Not happening.
I'd sleep on the floor.
Liv changed the subject. "You stopped painting your nails black."
"You were the one who always insisted on painting them for me."
"I like them black. They're sexy. I liked the earrings, too."
"Maybe if you let me sleep in the bed I so benevolently gifted to you, I'll think about getting them pierced again."
"Nice try."She dragged her hair over one side of her shoulder, casually revealing the battery tattoo I loved so fucking much.
It took everything I had not to drag my tongue over it.
Everything I had wasn't enough, because my mouth dipped to it, and I licked it slowly.
A groan slipped free of her. "God, I missed that."
I had too.
So fucking much.
ten
LIV
I manageda solid two hours of sleep after a quick swim, before my magic forced me out of bed again.
I stumbled off the mattress thanks to a stabbing headache that felt like a nail in my brain as I sucked in deep, panicked breaths—and I tripped over a big, furry beast who had been curled up beside my bed on a blanket I'd spread out for him.
I hadn't bothered arguing when he said he was sleeping on the floor of my room to keep an eye on me.
He'd called itourroom.
It still felt that way, more often than not.
Niall managed to shift fast enough to steady me on my feet, and I blinked at the delicious expanse of bare chest in front of me.
Yumm.
The urge to press my body against his was overwhelming. I had absolutely no business wanting him as much as I did.
My hand lifted to my head, and I winced at the intense stab of pain.
"I forgot about the headaches that come with the cider." His voice was heavy with sleep.
"Me too."
I managed a few steps away from Niall before I had to catch myself on the nearest wall to stay upright, the stabbing behind my eyes absolutely unreal.
The pain was so intense I couldn't stop myself from moaning. "I fucked up."
"You'll make it." Niall pulled my arm over his shoulder and walked me down the hallway. He was pretty much dragging me. "I'll get the electrolytes when you're in the hot tub."
I mumbled something that I hoped sounded like athank you.
He deposited me in the blissfully-warm water, oversized sleep t-shirt and all. I slept in his shirts when we were together, and the habit stuck. He had always liked that it made me smell like him.
