“It’s just nice to see you’re not perfect,” he teased, leaning his face on his elbow as he watched her.
She lifted her head and turned to him, working to curb the smile that threatened to return to her lips. “Pretty close, though, right?”
He nodded slowly. “Absolutely.”
She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and stared at him for a long moment before she said his name. “Knightley.”
It sounded almost obscene, and he suddenly needed to kiss those swollen lips again.
“C’mere. I want to hear you say my name likethatagain and again…” he murmured, grabbing her hand to pull her closer. “And again.”
“Knightley… oh… my Knightley…” She sighed dramatically as she slowly slid in the opposite direction, out of the bed.
He smiled. Even when she was being sarcastic, it still drove him crazy.
“Where are you going?”
She laughed. “I just woke up. Give me a second.”
He leaned back and watched her as she walked the short distance to his bathroom. Then he turned to check the clock on his nightstand. Ten a.m. Damn, they slept in.
She returned a few minutes later. He was sitting against the headboard, and she curled up beside him, draping her body over his. After a moment, she propped her chin on his hard torso, staring out his window as her hand made lazy circles on his chest.
“It’s so strange seeing my room from here.”
He turned. The glass took up almost the entire wall of his room, framing the Woodhouse home like a piece of art.
“I love that view,” he said, pulling her up closer to him. “Although we need to talk about the lipstick.”
Her hand stilled and she lifted her head to look at him. “What’s wrong with my lipstick?”
“Nothing. I just don’t understand why it takes so long for you to put it on.”
“Have you been watching me?”
“It’s hard to miss when you’re sitting there putting it on for an hour.”
“Stalker.”
His head fell back as he laughed, full and loud. She watched the motion, a broad smile on her face again. “You know, a better question is: Who hangs up their jeans in—”
He kissed her, cutting her off. She melted into it, letting his mouth move softly against hers for a moment before she pulled away.
“Don’t you have to work today?”
He shook his head. “Do you have school?”
“Nope. Lazy schedule, remember?”
“Good, because I’m not letting you leave this bed.” He pushed her dark chestnut hair away from her face.
“Oh… and you love me. Don’t forget that part.”
“Yes… that too.” His hand moved down her neck to trace her collarbone. “Is there anything else you want to talk about?”
“I think we covered everything.” She sighed. “You’re madly in love with me. I get it.”
He laughed again, but it faded as he saw her smile falter. “What’s wrong?”
