Who was she talking to? Jinx?
I snorted a laugh and burrowed into the comforter.
She was such a weirdo. I was lucky to have her.
As I nestled onto my other side, I heard soft footfall. Had they forgotten something? Or was I not used to being around Jinx?
A comforting voice drifted down on me. “Hey there, sleeping beauty.”
I peeked through the narrow opening in the blankets.
There he was. My Angel. Smiling, radiant, and sweet. Maybe a bit worried.
But I knew how to smooth that crease between his brow.
I snapped open the sheets and yanked him inside with me.
Chapter eighteen
Cocoon
Angel chuckled and cuddled me more comfortably amid the blankets. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes.” I missed his sweet scent, his warmth, and the little catch of his breath when I moved closer to him.
“Well, I’m here now. We can do whatever you want, pidge.” He gently ran his fingers up and down my back until the hoodie rode up to give access to bare flesh. “Whatever you want.” He kissed my forehead, affection tingling to my extremities.
I stretched myself around him and nuzzled into his neck. “I want this. Closeness. More of it.”
He caressed the base of my spine, his fingers dipping just below the waistband. “Oh yeah? How do you suppose we remedy that?”
Sex?
No. Not in my sister’s bed.
Kat probably wouldn’t mind if I laid a different blanket under us first. And washed it after.
But that would involve moving out of this comfortable position. Or talking, which meant reliving the whole nightmare.
“Can we stay like this for a minute?” I asked.
“Of course, pidge.” He stroked my back.
I closed my eyes and relaxed, my breaths slowing to pace with the soft rise and fall of his chest.
Everything seemed better now that he was here. Maybe it was his confidence. Or the calming aroma of his vanilla body wash. Or the gentle rhythm of his fingertips across my skin.
All these little comforts made him exactly the person I wanted in a crisis. And the aftermath. And afterthat.
So, forever. I wanted him.
“Angel?” I lifted my head to kiss him, but I realized with a start that I had somehow become little spoon to his big. It was so cozy, all wrapped up in him.
He flexed. “Hey, pidge. Did you have a nice nap?”
I covered my mouth and gasped. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pass out on you.” Especially if he was keen on being romantic.
“It’s okay. You had a late night and a rough morning. We need all the sleep we can get. How are you feeling?” He kissed my shoulder, and I shuddered with pleasure.
