“That was fucking incredible,” I whisper.
“I don’t think I even know who I am,” Reece laughs. “You were fantastic, baby.”
I shiver despite it being a warm night. Reece pulls part of the blanket over us.
“Look at how beautiful the sky is, Reece,” I say. “All the stars are coming out.”
“I did say I’d fuck you so hard, all you’d be able to see was stars,” he laughs.
“You also said there’d be a bed of petals,” I remind him.
“Did you look at the blanket?” he asks, and I hold up a corner to look at it. It’s made up of a myriad of flowers, so it does look like a bed of petals.
“You arranged this especially, didn’t you?” My heart feels so full that he remembered and set it up as my surprise.
“Maybe,” he says and pulls me closer, but I can hear the contented smile in his voice.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Wait. Did your mom make this blanket?” I ask. It looks like her handiwork.
“Yeah, about that,” he says. “Do you know how to wash wool? ’Cause I can’t give it back in this state.”
“Of course I do,” I giggle. “I can sell you a great wool wash from my store.”
“Do I get a discount?”
“Maybe, you probably earned it.”
“Just probably?” he laughs. “So sassy.” He nuzzles into me. It’s exactly where I like him to be.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Reece
A noise wakes me and I open one eye to see Holden placing a mug of coffee on the nightstand.
“I hope you’re coming back to bed,” I murmur, and he climbs back in beside me. I fold myself around him, always needing to be close.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
“You,” I say lazily, and receive a delightful giggly snort, which only makes my body respond more to him. I shift slightly so he can feel my hardness against his leg to prove my point.
“But after that?”
There’s an after? It’s Sunday, Holden’s only day off from opening the store. I want to spend every minute with him, and in bed seems like the perfect way to me. The last week has been fantastic, waking up with Holden every morning, him going to the store while I do what work I can, and then me joining him.Sometimes Clara comes to work or just to hang out. We had another movie night and finished the marathon, and we’ve even been out to a couple of bars—Tallboys and another across town. I’ve seen Miles a couple of times, and he’s waved to me and said hi. But right now I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than in bed with Holden with nothing more pressing to deal with than my rock-hard dick.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, because I’m pretty sure if he asked the question then he has an idea.
“I thought we could go back up to where we went last Sunday.”
“You want a repeat performance?” I ask with a grin.
“No. Well, yes, but I thought we could actually do some hiking instead.”
I think about it, warming to the idea. I could do with some exercise. I usually swim regularly, but I haven’t done any of that while I’ve been here, and I can feel the effects of neglecting it.
“Okay.” I agree. “We could also have brunch first over at Fresh Brew on our way. Right after this.”
