“You want me to tuck you in, Cap?” I break the silence with what I hope he takes as humor.
The soft smile tugging over his lips sees one grow over my own.
“Nah, I’m okay. Thanks for hanging out with Petal. She loves your company.”
“Same.”
Our gazes stay hung up on each other’s, and for a beat I’m not sure if we’re still talking about the pup or something else.
Miles wanders to the bedroom.
“Make yourself at home, London. Night.”
“Night,” I whisper, wondering how I’m going to spend an entire night on the couch with a dog.
I absolutely didn’t think this through.
Chapter 15
MILES
Iwake to a dark room, a soft mass pushing up against my body. My chest. My groin. Dark wavy locks are splayed over the pillow on the other side of my huge bed. But the body, now shivering against the low temperature of my air conditioner, moves closer still. As if chasing warmth.
“Lo—”
My voice is gravel.
I swallow against the driest throat known to man. Pushing off the bed with one arm, I turn to the bedside. A glass of water and painkillers sit there. London must have organized that—I don’t remember doing it.
I sit up and take the pills, my head pounding with the sudden movement. The glass is empty too soon. The bed vibrates with her shivers, so I turn off the air conditioner and pull the blanket over her.
A few minutes later, she’s still shivering.
Body heat would warm her up quicker.
Laying back down ever so slowly, I wrap my body around hers and tug the blanket up further.
A soft moan slips past her lips.
Fuck me.
I bury my face in her hair, forgetting temporarily who we are to each other. Just one more minute.
The tiptoe of soft paws closes in on us, and Petal is up on the bed, curling up beside London a moment later.
I tamp back the chuckle that wants out and soak up the moment I’m granted. One of blissful happiness that reality will soon shit all over.
When the bed is no longer vibrating with London’s shivers, I release her and roll onto my back.
She wriggles, her body hunting warmth again.
I glance at the time.
02:11
Too early for anything.
But I’m wide awake. Every little move she makes has her skin brushing against my own. The soft tender noises she makes in her sleep send fire through my veins. Thoughts of what she’d sound like if...
