She lifts her head, her hand drifting over my bare chest as she plants it over my heart. “I am.” She turns and plants her chin against me. “I think I have been for a while.”
“So, last night wasn’t a dream?” I ask, even though my throbbing hand confirms it was in fact very real.
“No.” Her expression is soft and warm, the love spilling from her eyes. “It wasn’t a dream.”
“Good,” I breathe a sigh of relief as I tuck her hair behind her ear and run my hand down the length of her soft locks. “I love you, Sunny.”
“I love you too, Playboy.”
I tilt my head to the side, my stomach knotting. I know it’s a playful name, but the meaning of it doesn’t feel the same now. “Can we find something else for you to call me other than ‘Playboy’?”
Her eyebrows cinch closer together. “Why? I didn’t know you didn’t like it.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it… I just don’t like what it stands for.”
A tender smile lifts her lips. “It doesn’t stand for how you’re taking it.” She traces invisible patterns on my chest with her fingertips. “You’re flirty and fun. Mischievous and playful. It’s a good thing, not a bad one.”
Her words sink into my mind, chasing away the image I had tied to the term of endearment. “Well, in that case, I think I like it when you call me it.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want, baby.”
I press my lips into a flat line. “Not that one.”
“Babe?”
“Too generic.”
She laughs. “What about… my love? Or darling”
“Hm. Not as bad, although it feels like something my grandma would say.”
She lifts her head, slowly shaking it at me. She stops, her eyebrows lifting and her face lighting up. “Oh, what about ‘Lover boy’?”
“You know what, Sunny?”
She tilts her head to the side. “What?”
“I don’t care what you call me, as long as you call me yours.”
The shades of blue shimmer in her eyes. “You’re mine,” she says with such simplicity, as if it’s how it’s always been.
And I can’t help but wonder if it is. Since the day I saw her at the coffee shop and ended up with her bitter drink and her with mine. Since that day, she has crawled under her skin and caught my attention.
Since that day, I haven’t been able to look away.
“You’re mine, Sunny,” I murmur, leaning forward to press my lips against her forehead.
A soft sigh escapes her and I pull her against me, her body flush with mine as I hold her with my good arm. She nestles back against me and I turn my head to bury my face in her hair.
This is exactly where I want her. Today, tomorrow, and I wouldn’t be against every day after.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
She smiles against my chest, her hand trailing down the length of my torso. “Hm…I have a few things in mind.”
My cock is immediately hard as she toys with the waistband of my boxer briefs. Last night, I didn’t want anything sexual. I wanted her to know this is real. What we have goes beyond the line of just being physical.
I want every part of her—body, mind, and soul.
