And there went my sexy morning plans.
Fuck. Me.
When I hung up the phone, I really had only meant to kiss Jesse goodbye. I swear. He’d been wrapped around me, all warm and soft and too-good-to-leave, so how could I help it?
Plus, it wasn’t like I was even totally all the way awake. At least not at first…
It started out with a kiss so sleepy and slow and so goddamn sweet that it could almost lull me back to sleep. But then the trouble started when Jesse just had to go and softly lick against my lips, so naturally I had to return the favor.Totallyhis fault.
And if, instead of pulling away and ending things there so that I could drag my highly disappointed ass out of bed to get dressed, I justmighthaveaccidentallysnagged his plump, totally impossible to resist lower lip with my teeth and sucked on it, just ateenybit, can anyone really blame me?
As for that long, breathy moan I may or may not have let out as I flicked my tongue over his soft, puffy skin when I’d let his lip go? Well, thatprobablymight have had a little something to do with the fact that my very understandably rock-hard cock just so happened to be pressing up against his. And really, whocould have expected menotto grind my hips into his, just a tiny bit, once I realized that?
Anyway, without me really having done a thing, the two of us ended up rolling around, all sweaty and breathless and tangled up in the blankets, fucking devouring each other’s mouths until it was legitimately all I could do not to come all over the inside of the totally inconvenient joggers I’dthoughtit was such a good idea to wear to bed last night.
That was when my ever-responsible sunshine justhadto go and catch sight of the time. Considering the fact that, even so, I was almost ten minutes late, I should be grateful.
Shouldbeing the key word there.
“Isoowe you.” Reagan slumps against the counter as I pour fresh beans into the hopper. “Ollie was coughing literally all night. Didn’t fall asleep until like an hour before I would have had to wake up. I think I genuinely would’ve passed out in the middle of pulling a shot for someone if I’d had to come in at five thirty.”
Annndnow I feel like a total dick for sulking aboutmymorning. “He’s feeling better now?”
“A little. And Noah’s with him now, so I know he’s good. He said there’ve been little kids coming into the ER with the same thing, but Ollie’s nowhere near that bad, thank god.”
“I’m glad you have him. You and Ollie are lucky.”
“Yeah.” Her smile’s the sort of smile that two-weeks-ago-me would have called sappy AF. “But speaking of lucky,” she jabs her sharp little elbow in my ribs, tired face lighting up with a totally sadistic looking smirk as she singsongs, “look whose boyfriend’s come to visit him at work.”
What it says that I don’t even second guess the skippy-leap of my heart and the grin I just can’t keep off my face as I look upto see Jesse pushing in through the door, I really can’t say.
Can’tsay,won’tsay, same difference, right?
Oh, just look at him though. All pink-cheeked and messy-haired and hot AF in yet another hideous sweater that I just want to peel right off him…
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I hiss at Reagan, butterflies going fucking crazy in the pit of my stomach.
Bitch only rolls her eyes at me before waving her fingers at Jesse as he steps up to the counter. “Hey there, Jesse. Or do you prefersunshine?” She waggles her eyebrows at him, and the tips of his ears go pink. “Either way, I’m Reagan. And did you know that Tristan talks about you likeallll,” she drags out the word, “the time?”
“Ignore her,” I knock my hip against Reagan’s side, gently pushing her out of the way so I can tip up onto my toes and lean over the counter to wrap my arm around the back of Jesse’s neck and pull him down for a quick kiss. Just a little peck that’snowhere nearlong enough.
Seriously, whoever came up with the bullshit idea that making out while at work isn’t appropriate hasclearlynever gotten a taste of my sunshine’s lips.
The little surprised huff of his breath though? Totally delicious and adorable enough to make up for how not-long-enough the kiss was.
“I brought you lunch.” He brushes his fingers over my cheekbone, and there’s no way I’m gonna be able to keep a totally sappy-ass look off my face. “Since you didn’t eat breakfast?”
“Does this mean you missed me, sunshine?”
“Yes.” Jesse doesn’t even hesitate, andfuckbut does that make my chest go all warm and fuzzy feeling. “But I also didn’twant you to be hungry.”
Oh the things this guy does to my heart…
“Oh my god, you two!”
Jesse and I both turn at the sound, and of course, there’s Reagan, hands clasped beneath her chin.
“You do know this is, like, romance novel level mushy, right?”
