I laugh, breathless.
“What?” he asks, shifting behind me, pulling me close, and kissing my temple.
“No wonder you cost fifty thousand dollars.”
He chuckles as two solid arms tighten around me. “Five stars on Yelp would really help me out.”
“You know what would help me out?” I say, smiling sleepily as my eyes drift shut. “A loyalty program.”
CHAPTER 21
Ava
I wake curled into the arms of a devastatingly gorgeous man, my cheek sliding over the solid plane of his chest. Which would be ideal if my brain did not immediately start screaming at me about last night.
A night I vaguely recall and am not prepared to unpack before coffee.
I take in a deep breath. He smells good.
Rather than dealing with consequences, I curl into him like I didn’t detonate my strict no one-night stands policy with a tequila chaser.
His arm is heavy around my waist. Possessive in that lazy, half-asleep way that feels entirely too good.
His thumb drags once, absentmindedly, across my hip.
I swallow and try to move.
He doesn’t open his eyes. Just tightens his hold and murmurs, rough with sleep, “Five more minutes.”
Shit.
What time is it?
Not that I have a curfew or anything.
I ditched Gabe’s friend after he and his family graciously offered me a place to stay. Though I did text. I am many things, but I am not rude.
Besides, he would have told my brother.
I lie still, staring at nothing, and think hard.
Did I say I’d be there in the morning?
Yes. I am sure I did.
Which means five more minutes is not an option.
Wait. Did I promise breakfast? Because that feels exactly like the kind of apologetic, overly earnest commitment I would make.
And nothing says forgive my walk of shame like donuts.
Besides, Gabe mentioned kids, and kids love donuts, right?
The sleeping god beside me shifts, all warmth and weight, and a small, inconvenient part of me wishes this moment could stretch. Just a little.
Long enough to pretend this is something it is not.
But it can’t.
