“Umm, I might need to think about it,” she says, giggling.
“That’s not funny,” I say. She pauses for an extra moment. “Wren, will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
My heart swells, and she turns to face me, placing another kiss on my lips. “The group’s going to freak,” she says.
“Not gonna lie, I’m freaking out. Don’t you dare break my heart, Wren Dawson.”
She kisses me hard. “I won’t, but that goes for you too.”
“Never.”
I lay there for a few long minutes until her breaths start to even out, and I know she’s asleep. Reflecting on my day, I’m still not sure about a lot of things, but I know this,us,is right.
CHAPTER 33: PLAYING HOOKY
WREN
Tanner’s alarm sounds, and I let out a grumble. We stayed up far too late last night, and I’m exhausted.
“Five more minutes,” Tanner groans, turning the alarm off and pulling me into him. His body is warm and completely envelopes mine. His bed is so damn cozy that I would stay curled up like this forever if I could.
I scoot further into the crook of his body, and his erection presses into my ass. “You’re really making it hard to sleep,” he says, burying his face into my neck.
“I wish we could skip work today and stay in bed,” I joke, wiggling my ass into him.
“Then let’s call out,” he says.
“We can’t do that,” I whine.
“Why not?” he asks, his lips finding my neck, and he places soft kisses across the top of my shoulders.
“I’ve never called out before,” I say.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” he teases. “I’ve called out dozens of times. Perks of working for your dad.”
“Well, not everyone has that luxury.”
“It’s only one day,” he says. “Do you have a lot on your schedule?”
I think through my usual Friday. “Um, not really…there is a book club meeting, BINGO, and a sittercize class, but most of those can be run by other people.”
“Sounds like you won’t be missed,” he says, laying more kisses down my neck. “Stay home with me, please.”
“And what will we do if I stay here?”
“Well, after we repeat last night, then I’ll cook you waffles, and then we can repeat last night again.”
“That does sound much better than BINGO.” I laugh. “Ugh. What if they find out I’m not sick and fire me.”
“You’re allowed to take a day off.” He kisses me again, and my whole body erupts with goosebumps. “Your body is practically begging for you to stay with me.” He runs his hand up my leg, and his fingers dip below my underwear. “You’re soaked.”
“Tanner,” I warn.
“Call your boss and tell him you're taking a mental health day. I promise to make it worth your while.”
“You’re a terrible influence,” I say as his finger circles my clit and my breath catches.
