“Yeah,” I agree because words seem inadequate.
I eventually force myself to move, grabbing a T-shirt from the floor to clean us up. He watches me with a soft expression, and when I settle back beside him, he immediately curls into me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
We lie tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin. The city lights filter through my blinds, painting stripes across Devin’s back.
I’ve looked at those lights a thousand times, but I’ve never watched them illuminate someone else in my bed. The light, the shadow, the curve of his spine all feel like something I want to remember forever.
“Stay,” I say before I can stop myself. It comes out rougher than I intended.
He lifts his head, and his smile is bright. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
Something tight in my chest loosens.
“Good,” I manage to say.
“We’re going to have so much fun in bed together,” he says, snuggling into me, pressing his nose against my neck.
“Just in bed?” I ask, running my fingers through his thoroughly wrecked hair.
“Everywhere,” he corrects, his voice getting sleepy. “But especially in bed. We should practice. Frequently. For science.”
“For science,” I agree, pulling him even closer.
He yawns against my shoulder. “Hey, Travis?”
“Mm?”
“Your resonance theory?”
“Yeah?”
“Totally accurate.” He kisses my shoulder. “We’re definitely vibrating at the same frequency.”
I laugh, surprised and delighted. “That’s the nerdiest post-sex comment I’ve ever heard.”
“Says the man who brought up engineering concepts during foreplay.”
“Fair point.”
We lie there in comfortable silence for a moment before he speaks again, voice drowsy. “I should probably warn you that I’m a cuddler. Like, aggressive cuddling. You’re going to wake up with me basically on top of you.”
“I think I can handle it,” I say, even though I haven’t shared a bed with anyone in longer than I want to admit.
But with Devin already half-asleep on my chest, his weight warm and perfect, I think about how SunshineGuy told me that even cynics need cuddles.
I knew he was right then.
I just didn’t know it could feel this good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
DEVIN
Was it all a dream?
When I slowly drift into consciousness the next morning, that’s the first thought my brain seizes hold of. I can hear deep breathing close to me, and feel legs tangled with mine under the sheets.
Did I just dream the perfect date with the perfect guy followed by sex that rewrote my understanding of physical compatibility, or did that actually happen in real, documentable life?
