He groans too.
And then he laughs. “Probably fucking right.”
“Bring the cookies.”
“Like I’d forget those.”
He snags the cookies, then my hand.
And he grips it hard all the way back up to our room.
And then nothing else matters.
Nothing but that niggling fear in the back of my mind that this is all just a dream.
31
Theo
I’m sohot I’m roasting alive, but there’s nothing in the universe that will make me move right now.
Not when Laney’s bare ass is nestled against my morning wood, her arm trapping mine around her, her deep, even breaths pushing her back against my chest and then off again as light slowly filters into the bedroom.
Today, my sister marries a dick.
Tomorrow, I leave the island and head back home tonormal.
And the day after—I don’t know what happens the day after.
If Laney still wants to see me, I have to tell her. But not yet. Not today.
Tomorrow.
Or the day after.
Her phone buzzes on the nightstand.
She jerks awake and flails into a sitting position, tossing off both me and the sheet covering her. “Custom cat claws,” she gasps.
I angle back a little more in case she’s not all the way awake yet. Stupid hand’s asleep again. Starting to tingle.
And I’m starving.
Absolutely freakingravenous.
“You always dream about work?” I ask her.
She blinks over her bare shoulder at me. “I…don’t remember. Today, I mean. It definitely happens though. Once I even sent my parents a text in the middle of the night that we should offer custom-printed rocks. But I meant boulders. In my dream, they shrank to the size of—never mind. That’s dumb.”
I can’t smile large enough at that. “No, it’s adorable. I like how much you like your work. Not everyone does.”
Her phone buzzes again—yep, that kills the smile—and she dives for it with a little squeak like she suddenly remembered it’s probably important.
Most likely is.
Probably her parents.
Almost killed her dad last night. I can give her this one.
