Will turns his head toward me, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Think we can get you out of here without him seeing?”
I laugh. “Let’s hope so. I’d hate for him to kill you before you properly fuck me.”
Will groans, tossing an arm over his face but I don’t miss the way his mouth twitches, struggling not to grin.
“Jesus, Phern,” he mutters. “You trying to get me killedandhard again?”
I crawl up his chest and kiss the corner of his mouth. “Just keeping you motivated.”
He lifts the blanket, peeking down between us. “Mission accomplished.”
I bury my face in his shoulder, laughter muffled by the sound of his heartbeat under my cheek. “God, I can’t believe Sam walked in.”
“Walked in? He stormed in like the sheriff of horny crimes. I thought I had at least five more minutes of dignity left.”
I glance at the clock. “We’ve got ten minutes before he realizes I’m not answering my texts.”
Will’s grin fades, just a little. His eyes flick to mine—something quieter there now, more serious. “You sure about this?”
I nod, reaching up to brush his messy hair back from his forehead. “I’m already in your bed, cowboy. The damage is done.”
His fingers trace a slow line down my spine, reverent. “Yeah. But I don’t just want stolen mornings. I want the rest of it too.”
My throat tightens. “We’ll figure it out. Just don’t die before I do.”
He smirks, low and lazy. “If I do, make sure the obituary says I died happy.”
“With your pants around your ankles?”
“With your name on my lips.”
We both laugh, but underneath it is something deeper. Real.
Then a honk blares from the driveway, followed by Sam’s shout: “I’m giving you five minutes before I come back in!”
I bolt upright. “Well, shit.”
Will watches me like I’m a fever dream. “Guess I’ll just have to finish what we started later.”
I shoot him a wink over my shoulder. “Better make it worth dying for.”
And somehow, by a miracle I don’t deserve, I manage to sneak out of his apartment and make it back to mine before Sam can see me.
15
Twenty minutes later, I climb into the backseat of Sam’s truck, biting down on a grin so wide it practically hurts.
Keep it together, I tell myself.Act normal.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say, settling in.
“Must be a theme today,” Sam says, gesturing back to Will. “This one had Missy Jones at his place this morning.”
The words hit like a slap. Why in the world does Sam think Missy would be at Will’s? But Sam keeps talking, completely unaware that he’s just cracked the air open.
“Getting pretty serious between the two of you, huh?” He grins at Will in the mirror.
Will doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
