Oh my God, I just said that.
Luke looks at me, stunned. “I?—”
“You don’t have to say it back.” God, I’m an idiot.
“I—”
“That was amazing and my hormones are wonky and?—”
“Hazel.”
“Please, just pretend I said, ‘That was the best sex of my life’ because it was and you are and oh my God, please shoot me.”
“Hazel,” he says, one edge of his mouth twitching. “Shut the fuck up.”
Struggling to prop myself up on my arms, I huff. “Not very nice when you’re buried inside me.”
“Also not nice to say to the mother of my children, the sex goddess who rocked my world, or the woman I love.” With a grin, he slips out of me, gathering me into his arms. Kissing my temple, he draws us both down on the bed so we’re facing each other. “All the same woman, by the way.”
“Thank God.” Relief floods my core, along with a warm swell of love. “Otherwise, I might have to kick some bitch’s ass.”
He laughs harder this time, nuzzling my neck as he draws up the covers around us. “Never change, Hazel. Not one tiny bit.”
“Okay, but we should talk about this.” I’m drowsy and sex-drugged, but the words we’ve just spoken change everything. “We agreed not to go falling for each other, and here we are?—”
“Falling in love like idiots?”
“Exactly.”
He nuzzles the back of my neck. “I’m good with being an idiot if you are.”
Am I? I’m not sure anymore what’s smart or what’s right.
The only thing I truly know for certain is how good it feels to be wrapped in Luke’s arms. As I drift into dreamland, I do it with a big, dopey smile on my face.
Chapter 13
Luke
Something changes over the next week or so.
Hazel and I still pick at each other, and I still get off on annoying her. She still pretends she can’t stand me, but I know the truth.
We’re nuts about each other. We can’t get enough of one another. We share inside jokes and unspoken plans for a future together. We’re madly in love and expecting twin girls. Could life get better than this?
“Dammit, I thought I had whipped cream.” Lucy scowls at the fridge. “I meant to stop by the store last night.”
Harper pipes up from the dining room table. “When Mom swears it makes me download pirated books.”
“Harper Ann?—”
“I’ll go.” Noah stands up and shoots me a pointed look. “You help.”
“You need assistance carrying the can?” I glare when he kicks me under the table. “Fine.”
Hazel dabs her mouth with a napkin as I get to my feet. “You’re not concerned about the optics of two men buying only a can of whipped cream together?”
Noah answers for both of us. “No, because I’m not a homophobic asshole.” He shoots me a look like he wants to make sure I’m not one.
