That didn’t seem to be the case with Rhys. At all.
I opened my texts and shook my head. He’d landed weird on his ankle in the game with Dallas—the result of a dirty no-call that had me screaming at my phone in the freezer at work.
Rhys: This game took it out of me.
Rhys: Don’t think I have it in me to do more than cuddle. Totally understand if you’d rather not.
Me: I don’t think you understand how cuddlovable you are.
Me: Get your fine ass over here, and I’ll be your big spoon.
Rhys:
Shit. Had I really just used the word “cuddlovable”? I might be worse off than I thought. That made me smile all the way through my shift, and I was still smiling when Rhys knocked on my door.
He brightened when he saw me and pushed his way inside, kissing me with everything he had. When we finally resurfaced for oxygen, I cupped his cheek.
“Should we sit? Let you rest your ankle?”
He shrugged. “I just wanna get into bed with you.”
I led him by the hand to the bedroom, then reached for his T-shirt, revealing his perfect chest.
“You always smell so good after a game.”
“That’s because I take two showers—one at the facility and one at home. Don’t want to make my—” He flushed and redirected. “Makeyougag.”
I touched my finger to my ear. “What was that you were going to say? Make your…”
He went even redder, ignoring me in favor of toeing off his shoes and disrobing. I bit back a smile as I joined him on the bed. Given his size, it’d become our custom to have him lie back against the massive wall of pillows while I wrapped myself around his rib cage, warmed by the pleasing heft of his arm as he draped it over my back.
Despite the early evening hour, neither of us had gotten much rest the last few days, and a heavy sleepiness blanketed me. I took off my processor to enjoy the silence and the cuddles, but then I couldn’t help myself.
“I nearly broke my phone when I saw what that Dallas—flanker, right?—did to you.”
His body shimmied with laughter and he flipped the bird, then combined it with the “okay” gesture.
“Did you just sign ‘fucking asshole’?”
Yes.
“Of course you know the bad words.”
Wait, he signed.You see g-a-m-e?
“Yep,” I replied, yawning. “Paid extra for the app and everything.”
He pulled me up into another dizzying kiss, and I had to wonder if it was a rugby thing, or a big guy thing, or, more likely, if it was simply a Rhys thing. Either way, it was a good thing.
Er, it had been a good thing until I yawned into his mouth.
“Shit, sorry!”
Maybe I bad kiss.
“No! I’m just… I haven’t been sleeping well.”
Same. N-a-p?
