Hazel laughs softly at something happening on the television, and my eyes immediately go to her face because they always do now.
Always.
Her hair is messy from where I’ve had my hands in it all weekend. She’s wearing one of my dress shirts and a pair of tinysleep shorts, and every inch of visible skin is covered in evidence of how we’ve spent the last two days.
Kissing, touching, talking. With every passing second, I’ve grown more and more obsessed with Hazel. I want to know everything about her. Every little thought in that pretty head. Every memory, every dream, every scar.
I’ve learned more about Hazel in the last forty-eight hours than I thought she’d ever willingly tell me.
She sleeps with one foot sticking out from under the blankets because she gets too warm. She cries during animal shelter commercials. She secretly wants a giant dog someday. She rereads her favorite books once a year because she likes knowing how they end. She talks in her sleep sometimes. Mostly about me.
That one nearly killed me.
“What?” she asks suddenly, catching me staring again.
I blink. “What?”
“You’re doing the weird thing again.”
I grin. “What weird thing?”
“The intense staring.”
“I’m looking at you.”
“You’re studying me like I’m a business merger,” she corrects.
“Speaking of mergers,” I whisper against her skin.
Her cheeks turn pink instantly.
Fuck. I love when she blushes.
I reach over, tugging her into my lap with zero warning. Hazel squeaks softly before settling against me easily, her thighs draped over mine.
This girl is mine.
My chest tightens at the thought.
It still feels unreal somehow, being here with Hazel. That we’re together like this after so long.
“You know,” she says lightly, tracing the front of my T-shirt with her finger, “you’re way less grumpy outside the office.”
“That’s because people outside the office are less irritating.”
She snorts. “Uh-huh. Sure.”
“It’s true.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?”
“You were grumpy with me, too.”
I stare at her. “Baby, I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk since the first day you worked for me.”
Hazel chokes on a laugh, nearly dropping a fry. “Oh my god.”
