He laughs. “I may have been persuaded by them to come talk to you.”
I start giggling and pop my head up to look at him. “Funny story, that same thing might have just happened with the ladies.”
“Oh?” he asks.
I nod.
“Well, that is a funny story. Guess we should thank them all for forcing our hands,” he says.
“It wasn’t really forced,” I start as I lay my head back down. “I was going to do it, eventually.”
He laughs again. “Oh?”
I poke his chest. “Shush. Now, find us a good movie.”
“Rom-com?” he asks.
“Of course,” I say as if there are no other movie genres.
He flips through some options, and we settle on The Hating Game. He runs his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp, and I feel my eyelids grow heavy.
“Hutch?” I whisper.
“Yes, baby,” he says. I like that he calls me that.
“This week all really happened, right? Because it feels like a dream,” I say on a yawn.
“You want me to pinch you?” he asks.
“No, but if it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” I say. His hand stops for a second, and I feel him lean forward and kiss the top of my head.
“Me either,” he admits, and my belly fills with butterflies.
“Why’d we have to wait for so many months? That was stupid of us,” I state.
“I agree. Maybe we should just stay here and have sex for the next thirty-six hours,” he teases. “You know, to make up for lost time.”
I poke him again. “Haha. Very funny.”
“Go to sleep,” he whispers and kisses my head again. And just like that. I close my eyes and fall asleep to the sounds of the movie and Hutch’s heart beating against me. Could things get any more perfect? Probably not.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Hutch
I wake to the feeling of a heated, weighted blanket. When I open my eyes, I find that Jocelyn is star-fished on top of me. Her legs hang over mine. Her arms are on either side of my shoulders, and her head is nestled against my chest.
I grin. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. I run my fingers up and down her back, remembering every second of last night. Fuck, that was hot. I can’t remember the last time I was that turned on by a woman. Hell, I can’t remember the last time I just made out with a woman. It’s been years.
I feel the vibration of my cell phone. It’s lying on the cushion next to us. I reach over and grab it. It’s the group text from the apartment building.
Kasen: Well, they still haven’t emerged. Should we be worried?
Piper: Shush
Kasen: Make me.
Piper: Don’t tempt me.
