I didn’t need a written invitation, snuggling eagerly against his warm, broad chest—he’d put that grey Henley on again, and it was still impossibly soft and smelled just a little more strongly of him now.
“I liked being your date,” I murmured, more focused on enjoying the way Harvey felt against me than the conversation.
“Liked being your date, too,” Harvey murmured, brushing a kiss over my temple. “Seth gave me the friendship bracelet I made him.”
“Still have mine,” I mumbled. I kept it with my interesting rock collection. “You can’t have it, I want it.”
“You keep it,” Harvey said, kissing the tip of my nose.
I was very into this cuddling thing.
“We should’ve cuddled more,” I said, a tendril of sadness creeping in. I wasn’t normally a sad drunk, but the wedding being over meant Harvey was leaving soon.
I didn’t want him to leave. Even if I’d already agreed to it.
“We’ve still got time. I don’t have a start date yet,” Harvey said, voice soft and reassuring.
I hummed in agreement, playing with one of the buttons on Harvey’s Henley, soaking in his warmth and scent as I felt Theo jump on the end of the bed and curl up there.
This was the happiest moment of my life. Everything about it was perfect, and I never wanted it to end. Theo curled up at my feet, Harvey’s hand on my hip, the soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof, a breeze blowing the windchime Dante had given me as a housewarming gift outside.
I didn’t want to fall asleep and miss any of it, but my eyelids were heavy, mybodywas heavy, and sleep was tugging at my mind like Theo with a rope toy.
“Hey, Harv?” I mumbled, fighting against sleep. But this wasimportant, and I wanted to say it. “I’m really happy right now.”
“Glad to hear it,” Harvey murmured, soft and sleepy. He was tired, too—he had every right to be. “Go to sleep, Ig. I promise I’ll help out with the hangover in the morning.”
“Okay. Love you.”
Harvey sighed, brushing another kiss over my hair.
“Love you too, Ig.”
* * *
It washard to say whether my bladder or my head hurt more when I rolled over into the warm spot Harvey had left beside me, the sound of Theo barking pounding on the inside of my skull.
I groaned as I rolled the rest of the way out of bed, glancing out the window to see Theo racing around the yard with a ball in his mouth, Harvey chasing after him in his underwear and my robe.
I laughed as Theo ran through Harvey’s legs to evade capture, and my bladder reminded me about the two glasses of water Harvey had practically poured down my throat right before bed last night.
That probably explained the dream I’d had about the two of us making out in a little rowboat during a storm.
I stumbled my way to the bathroom, bracing myself against the wall and closing my eyes against the pounding in my head.
Mistakes had been made.
At least Grinding opened late on Sundays, and only for a couple of hours. Worst case scenario, I knew now that I could more or less trust Dante to run things on his own.
Once I was done in the bathroom, I shuffled my way back to bed and collapsed into it, letting the warm spot Harvey had left soak into my bones and soothe my headache.
The smell of bacon cooking made my stomach rumble, but getting up and investigating seemed like too monumental a task to even contemplate. Maybe if I waited long enough, the bacon would come to me.
I must’ve dozed off again, because the sound of the bedroom door opening—quiet as it was—woke me, a sharp spike of pain hitting me behind the eyes.
“Oww,” I whined, rolling over to my own side of the bed and covering my head with the pillow to dampen the sound of Harvey crossing the room.
With bacon.
