It’s just her head on your lap. It’s not her head near your dick.
“Oh, um, sure.”
She moves the pillow, and lays her head in my lap.
Calm the fuck down and don’t ruin this for yourself.I inhale deeply, trying to regain control of my body.
“You sure this is okay?” she asks, nuzzling against the back of the couch and pulling a blanket over her.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think she might be trying to kill me.
“Yep. You good?”
“It’s so much better. Thank you.”
I try to find a place for my hands, but my options are limited—the back of the couch or her ass. I settle for the back of the couch and continue to try to control my breathing and my cock.
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“Your Crowning Glory” startles me awake, and when I look around the living room, I realize the movie is over, Wren is asleep in my lap, and my hand found its way to her ass. I carefully stand, trying my best not to wake her as she nestles into the spot where I was just sitting. She’s sleeping hard, and I consider for a minute leaving her where she is, but decide a night on my couch with her cramps will just make her feel worse tomorrow.
I gather her sheets out of the dryer and quietly tiptoe across the apartment to her room. Dolly trails at my heels, and when I push the door open, she runs in and jumps on the bed. The whole thing buckles under the small cat’s weight, and it’s clear it’s deflated.
I grab the air pump, and start to try to inflate it. It’s working, but it’s slow, and I have a bad feeling there’s a leak somewhere.
Shit.
I leave the sheets and return to the living room. Carefully picking Wren up, I carry her into my room and lay her in my bed. She surprisingly doesn’t stir, and I send a silent thank you to the universe because I know if she woke up, there’s no way she’d let me take the couch tonight.
I tuck her in gently, stopping myself from placing a kiss on her forehead. Returning to the couch, I lay down, make sure my alarm is set, and then pull the blanket over me.
Today was a good day. A really fucking good day.
CHAPTER 26: WE DIDN’T CUDDLE
WREN
An alarm starts to ring, waking me up. I squint my eyes open and grab for my phone, but there’s no sound coming from it. Gosh, is Tanner’s alarm really that loud? I let out a groan and nuzzle deeper into the buttery soft comforter covering me. I’m a little surprised by how good I slept last night. I guess when you're tired enough, even an air mattress doesn’t suck.
I shoot up in the bed—I’m not on the air mattress.
Blinking, I try to take in my surroundings in the dark room. I’m not in my room. I’m not on the couch. I’m sitting in Tanner’s bed. My head flips to the other pillow, but I’m alone and the alarm starts ringing again.
Confused, I get out of his bed and follow the sound.
“Tanner, can you turn that off?” I yell toward my bedroom, still a little disoriented from waking up in his room.
“Morning,” he says from the couch, startling me.
“Oh, morning.” I flip around. “It sounded like it was coming from my room for a second. I think I’m still half-asleep.”
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, rolling his neck from side toside. He’s shirtless, and I try to redirect my gaze, but it’s no use. My eyes are drawn to him like moths to a very hot flame.
“Great, actually,” my eyes dip down to his abs, and I swear he flexes his muscles just for me. “Why are you on the couch?”
“We both fell asleep before the movie was over. I tried carrying you to your bed, but it was deflated.”
“Deflated?” I question.
