“I don’t even know.”
“I mean—where the hell did that come from?”
I glance at her, a small grin tugging at my mouth.
“Better than a one-night stand?”
She laughs—light, a little breathless.
“Yeah,” she says. “Just a little.”
I finish helping her clean up, taking my time. This is part of the ritual, and I don’t want this to end yet.
When I’m done, she settles against me, her head resting on my chest.
“I think I actually might not be able to walk tomorrow,” she murmurs.
“Well…I’m sorry.”
Her hand drifts lazily across my shoulder.
“You better not be.”
I huff out a quiet laugh.
“Yeah. I’m not, actually.”
A beat passes, and the room is quieter now. Way softer. There are just the sounds of us breathing.
She swallows, staring up at the ceiling for a second before turning her head to look at me.
“You do crazy things to me,” she says, a small grin tugging at her lips.
I run my hand down her back.
“I like it when you ask for what you want.”
She studies me for a second.
“Me too.”
I tilt my head slightly, watching her.
“Maybe you should do that more often,” I say. “You might surprise yourself.”
She doesn’t answer right away, so I add, “And not just with sex. With everything.”
“Mmm. Maybe I will.”
She settles closer.
A few minutes later, her breathing evens out.
She’s asleep right there on my chest.
And for the first time all week, I let myself relax.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
