“Morning,” I whisper into her hair. I feel her smile grow against my chest. She tightens her hold on me a fraction more.
“Good morning.”
Her voice is a little raspy, and her hair is a complete mess. Fuck, she’s never looked so beautiful. Her eyes are shining bright as we look at each other, both doing a terrible job of hiding how ecstatic we are. Hell, why should we?
Moving down a fraction, I bring our faces to the same level. I want to see her properly. “Did you sleep well?”
The lip bite slays me. I swear. “Like a baby. You’re very comfortable.”
“I’m happy to hear it. Feel free to use me as a pillow anytime.”
“I’m going to take you up on that, babe.”
We meet for a slow, lazy kiss. As it starts to heat up, Sloane groans, but not in a pleasurable way. Pulling back, she plants both hands on my chest.
“As much I want to have sex again, I need to go home. I’m guessing we slept in late.”
Craning my head over my shoulder, I peek at the clock on my bedside table. “It’s almost ten.”
With a resigned sigh, Sloane pecks me on the lips one more time. “Yeah, I gotta go.”
“Do you at least have time for breakfast?” I absolutely do not want her to leave, but I know she’s bogged down with a lot of shit right now, and I don’t want to pile on any unnecessary stress.
She strokes my face softly. “Sure. I’ll take pancakes and coffee.”
Her demand makes me laugh. “Whatever you want, babe.”
We climb out of bed, and that’s when the smell hits me. My room stinks of sex. After everything we did last night,wewill smell of sex, too. Sloane seems to come to the same conclusion.
“Shower?” she asks with a wrinkled nose, causing me to laugh again.
I hand her a fresh towel from my closet. “You go first. I’m not sure I can control myself if we share.”
There’s that bloody lip bite again.
“Hmm. I suppose you’re right.”
She saunters over to me with the towel draped over her naked shoulder. Standing directly in front of me, she grazes the tip of her tongue up the side of my neck.
“That is so unfair,” I moan.
She chuckles mischievously and nips my earlobe. “Next time.”
Sloane wraps the towel around her body and slips down the hall to the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, she returns smelling like my shampoo and body wash. Unwilling to risk her teasing, I slip past her and run to the bathroom. Her laugh follows me until I shut the door.
Instead of putting her party clothes back on, Sloane has pinched some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Everything about the morning so far has been perfect. Now I just have to face my family and hope they don’t say anything to embarrass me or Sloane, therefore ruining the perfection.
Dad is in the living room doing yoga. It’s a new obsession. He won’t go to a physical class. Following along on a video seems to be up his alley. Mum is in the kitchen, whipping up pancake batter. She must have heard us getting up, and as usual knows exactly what we’ll want.
Jenna is also in the kitchen, scrolling on her phone. Sloane is a step behind me as we enter, hands entwined. Mum waves at us both but doesn’t say anything. Jenna, on the other hand, stares between us and rolls her eyes.
“That’s why Mum and Dad took me for ice cream at like eleven o’clock last night. Didn’t want my innocent ears being traumatised.”
My face flames. Sloane snorts through her fingers. Mum sighs and turns to glare at Jenna. She is grinning like the fucking demon she is.
Sloane steps past me, squeezing my hand. She takes a seat next to my horrid sister and snags a piece of her pancake off her plate.
