Marissa
I woke up in Sawyer’s arms, amazed to find myself in his bed. Last night had been like a dream. The best dream I’d ever had, the magic of our bodies melding into one.
My heart trembled as I wondered what would happen now.
Had that been a onetime thing? A temporary loss of sanity on his part?
Was I just like Avery to him, a friendly little hook-up with a girl who was taking things way too seriously?
Hoping for more was too much. It made me ache with the loss of him despite the fact that his arms were still wrapped around me, holding me close.
I lay there, breathing in the soft morning light, cherishing this quiet moment before he woke.
His dog, Josie, had made her way onto the bed sometime in the middle of the night while we slept. She was currently curled up at our feet, weighing down our legs. When I shifted to free my feet from under her weight, it woke Sawyer up.
He let out a tiny, satisfied groan and hugged me tighter, his cock erect and straining against me.
Then he peeked his eyes open, his gaze landing on me as a comfortable, easy smile settled on his lips. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning, Sawyer.”
He stretched and rumbled, “I haven’t slept that well before in my life. You’re the best sleep medication I’ve ever had.”
“Do you have a hard time sleeping?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sometimes. I start thinking too much, then have a hard time falling asleep. But last night I crashedhard. I’d wanted to make love to you again. Instead, I did the typical guy thing and passed the fuck out.”
I laughed lightly, trying to imagine what it would have been like. Sawyer had been like a man-beast last night, completely unrelentless, his masculinity almost overpowering me with need. I’d loved every second of it.
But three times in one night? I might not have survived that.
“Well, there’s always this morning,” I joked back, but a shadow crossed his face.
“Fuck.Your brother’s going to kill me.”
A sliver of concern rolled through me. He’d mentioned my brotherwaytoo often last night.
“Matt doesn’t have anything to do with this,” I said firmly, trying to will that fact into existence. Even I could see how it might be awkward, although I didn’t want to admit it.
Sawyer pulled back, disentangling himself from my arms.
He hopped out of bed as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. “He’s probably never going to talk to me again.”
“Why are you so worried about what Matt thinks?” He acted like Matt had a say in the matter.
Sawyer started pacing across the bedroom as I watched him try to make sense of what had happened between us last night.
He was completely naked, his hard cock jutting gorgeously forward with each step he took, muscles rippling in the cool morning air.
But I could hardly focus on the perfect male specimen in front of me. Not when my heart was clenching in on itself.
What had started as a teeny, tiny concern grew larger inside me, and I felt was the chasm of distance between us.
I was just a one-night stand to him, like Avery. Nothing more.
Quietly I said, “I won’t tell him what happened. We can keep this secret.”
He turned swiftly to stare at me, confusion on his face. “Is that what you want?”
