He reaches up, brushing a tear from my cheek. “Because I’ve seen you. The real you.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “And you’re magnificent.”
My breath hitches and before I can second-guess myself, I rise up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
This time, he doesn’t hesitate. His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against him as his mouth moves over mine.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“Let’s get some sleep, baby,” he murmurs against my temple.
To my surprise, he leads me back to the bed, pulls back the covers, and climbs in. He opens his arms, and I slide in against his chest, resting my head over his heart.
“Journey?” I whisper, tipping my head up.
“Hmm?”
“Thanks.”
His arms tighten around me, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Go to sleep, princess.”
Chapter Seven
Journey
The feel of something warm and sweet-smelling lulls me out of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in years. Opening my eyes, I glance down and take stock of the situation.
A mess of silky soft blonde hair is spread across my bare chest, a long tan leg is hitched over my thigh, and a delicate hand with pink sparkly nails is curled against my stomach.
My lip turns up at the corner.
June is wrapped around me like a boa constrictor, and fuck me if I don’t like it.
Wait. I wipe the grin from my face. What the hell am I doing?
I don’t sleep with women. I mean, I sleep with them,don’t be fucking dense, but I don’t stay the night. And I sure as shit don’t let them stay longer than it takes to get off.
Get in, get off, get gone.
That’s the rule. That’s how I operate. The last thing I want is bitches to start catching feelings and thinking they have staying power. Fuck that. That’s when shit gets messy.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, staring at the ceiling.
June shifts in her sleep and rubs her cheek against my chest like a cat. The movement sends a wave of heat straight to my dick.
Jesus.
I slide my leg out from under hers, and slip a pillow under her head as I shimmy her to the other side of the bed.
Just as I’m almost free, her sleepy blue eyes flutter open.
“Morning,” she murmurs, voice raspy with sleep as a sweet smile spreads across her face.
Then suddenly her eyes pop open wide and her cheeks flush that delicious shade of pink when she realizes she’s practically on top of me. She scrambles the rest of the way over to her side of the bed, tugging her t-shirt down over her thighs.
“Sorry,” she says quickly. “I didn’t mean to, um, invade your space.”
“It’s fine.” I clear my throat, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My back to her so she can’t see the bulge in my jeans. “Not a big deal.”
It’s a huge fucking deal. I’m pretty sure if her mom hadn’t shown up last night, I would have fucked my sister’s best friend.
