“Deal.”
He stood suddenly, the couch creaking under the shift.
“Okay. Starting now.”
Before I could ask, he was at my suitcase, unzipping it and riffling through it. He pulled out a pair of my soft pink sleep shorts and the matching button-down top and tossed them right at my chest.
“Put these on.”
I caught them, frowning. “You want me... clothed? In bed?” I gasped dramatically. “Jeremy, are you feeling okay?”
“Honey, I’m trying here. We’re going to fucking cuddle—” He jabbed a finger at me. “The kind of cuddling you like so damn much. So you’re going to put these on, brush your damn teeth, and then you’re getting in bed.”
I tilted my head, smirking. “Bossy.”
“Don’t think for a second I won’t spank your ass if you show up in anything else.”
We both changed fast—me in the pink pajamas he’d thrown at me, him in a pair of gray sweatpants.
By the time we slid under the covers, the air between us was warmer.
“Now what?”
“Come here,” I whispered, shifting toward him. “Hold me.”
He hesitated for half a beat, then wrapped those big arms around me, pulling me in until I was tucked tight against his chest.
I traced the moon and star on his finger.
“For someone who’s a Dom during sex,” I murmured against his collarbone, “this is very weird. I’m giving you directions.”
He chuckled, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“You’re my family, too,” he whispered, just before my eyes slipped shut.
42
jeremy
No one was up yet, and I was wrestling with the world’s worst instant coffee—the kind Dirks’s family must’ve kept in the cabin for emergencies.
“Do you think it’s weird that we’re out here and there’s only one bed?”
I looked over. My Luna was sitting up in bed, blonde hair a wild halo, blue eyes still soft from sleep, pajama shirt twisted around her.
“I assume they’ll think I was on the couch.”
“He wants to tell them,” she murmured.
“I think it’s probably best if he does,” I said.
She smiled, nodding toward the counter. “Coffee?”
I poured two cups and carried them back, handing her one before sliding in beside her.
“Coffee in bed during a snowstorm... romantic, right?”
She laughed, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Yes, baby. So romantic.”
