“I want to ask you a question,” I say, already half-asleep.
“Tomorrow, darling.” Hunter’s hand rubs my back. “Go to sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
I wake up in the morning to the feeling of being wrapped in a very warm blanket. The blanket is super heavy, and as I try to move, it wraps around me more tightly.
“Where are you going?” The voice is raspy and low.
I bite down on a gasp as I remember last night.
Hunter.
Me taking him in my mouth.
Me freaking out.
Him bringing me to his bed.
Where I still am.
And where his warm body is currently spooning me from behind.
Crap, this is going to be awkward.
I turn around in his arms.
His green eyes are open, and he’s looking at me carefully. Like he’s afraid I may break like a piece of china.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me.
“I’m fine,” I say quickly. “Honestly. I kind of wish last night could be erased from existence, though—like a number of nights from our past.”
My attempt at a joke works, and Hunter’s expression relaxes into a grin.
“Darling, I don’t think you want to erase our nights together. We’ve got some good moments in there, right?”
I reach up and tousle his hair, which is messy from sleep. “We do. Sexy moments interspersed with either fighting or confessions or pain…”
He silences me by putting a finger over my lips. “Hey.” His tone turns serious. “I wouldn’t take last night back for anything. I hate that you went through that, though.ThatI would give anything to take back.”
I swallow. “I’ll be okay.”
“I know you will. Doesn’t mean any of it feels fair.”
A distinct purring sound distracts us, and we both look down to find Theo at our feet. When he sees us notice him, he stands up and meows loudly.
“Theo, are you hungry?” I reach over and pet him affectionately. “I’ll feed you, honey.”
But Hunter holds me in place. “I’ll do it. You stay in and rest. It’s still early.”
“You must be exhausted after your game last night.”
“I’m okay. Plus, I have to meet my brothers for breakfast before they fly back to Montana.” As if on cue, his phone buzzes on the nightstand.
I admire how the muscles ripple across his back as he sits up. When he turns back to face me, my gaze wanders down his bare chest, and without meaning to, I reach out and run my hand down his abs.
“So I was thinking,” I begin.
