“Yeah. It’s good,” I say, managing to keep my voice level.
It’s more than okay, though—it’s exactly what I need right now. I wish I could just tell him that. I wish I could just tell him a lot of other things, too, like what happened with Patrick, the car, my mom. Like how much I appreciate him taking care of me, even if I don’t always show it. Like how much I care about him.
Like how nothing else in the world is more important to me than he is.
I love you.
That’s what I wish I could tell him.
“Tomorrow,” I blurt out, the single word breaking through the jumble of thoughts in my head. I cover his hand with mine on my stomach and hold him to me. “Tomorrow, can we talk?”
“Yeah. Of course,” he answers immediately. His arm tightens around me, and his breath warms the back of my neck, chasing away the little buzz of anxiety underneath my skin. “I’m here. I’ll be here. Just rest now, okay?”
My whole body shudders as though releasing more of that deep pain that’s constantly suffocating me. I nod and close my eyes and wriggle backwards to settle into him. Itiswarm. And comfortable.
A tear slips down my cheek, and I sniffle and wipe it away.
“Good night, Nico.”
“Good night, Alex.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Alex
Iwakeuptoa face full of dark hair, a hot breath on my neck, and a heavy weight sprawled on top of me. One of my hands is already under his shirt, my palm resting on his low back, and he’s got his fingers threaded through my hair. He sighs, mumbles in his sleep—something quiet that I can’t understand—and shifts slightly. And the sweetest sear of arousal burns through me as his thigh slips between my legs, my semi-hard dick pressing against his hip.
I have no idea how or when he ended up in this position on top of me, but I love it. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. This is perfect.
I muffle a groan into his hair and open my eyes halfway. The room is dimly lit—the first light of morning just barely peeking around the edges of the closed shutters—and the comforter is mostly pushed off of us, bunched up down past Nico’s ass.
Even my view is perfect.
With a sleepy grin, I smooth my hand low along his back, gentle and light. His shirt tugs up slightly, exposing pale skin and a tease of his light-gray briefs just under the top of his sleep shorts. I close my eyes again and breathe him in, letting my hand rub back and forth slowly.
“Mmm...” Nico inhales deeply as he wakes up, turning hishead so his lips brush my neck.
Heat pulses through me—a throb of want that rushes straight to my cock—and he hums again as one of his hands slides down my side to my hip.
“Good morning,” I murmur, failing to keep my voice level as he shifts his position just enough for me to feel his erection rub against mine. “Holy fuck.” The words slip out of my mouth with a rough groan, and Nico laughs quietly.
“Mmm, I love it when you curse like that,” he says sleepily. His lips press into my neck again, and his hand sneaks just barely under my shirt so he’s skimming his fingers along my bare skin. “You sound so fucking needy.”
“Ifeelneedy,” I admit with another groan.
He lets out another laugh, just a puff of hot air warming my throat, and then his other hand lowers from my hair, his fingers tracing down along my throat to my side, under my shirt, settling just below my waist.
“Is there something you need?” he teases, both of his hands gripping my hips. He grinds into me with a slow, deliberate motion, his quiet moan sending a shudder through me.
“You,” I force out, my heart pounding in my chest. “Need you. Want you.”
“Mmm.” He rolls his hips into me again with a delicious slowness, his hands countering the motion and holding me down.
I shudder and whine and writhe under him, my whole body now awake and buzzing, aching for more. I remember last time, how his hard cock felt in my hand, how he’d nearly begged for me to touch him, the sweet pressure and the overwhelming relief as I came. Another surge of desire pulses through me, and I moan.
Fuck, Iamneedy.
“Nico,” I breathe, my voice rough. I let my hand slip down under his sleep shorts and briefs to cup his ass, and when he grindsinto me this time, I squeeze encouragingly as I tilt my hips to meet him.
