A giddy feeling swoops through me. He was out getting my favorite food to surprise me.
My stomach rumbles. He chuckles. “Looks like I came back just in time.”
I giggle and hop off the bed. I grab his T-shirt from the floor and slide it over my head.
“Be back in a sec.” I slip out to use the restroom and brush my teeth.
When I walk back in, Blake is sitting on the bed with his laptop set up.
He looks up at me, and something in his gaze changes. Almost like he’s seeing me for the first time.
“What?” I ask, standing at the edge of his bed. He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me over to him.
“You look so damn cute wearing my clothes.”
I bite back a grin at just how much he likes seeing me in his shirt.
He gives me another kiss that leaves me dizzy, then helps me onto the bed. I sit next to him.
“You know, for a second, I thought you left before I woke up because you didn’t like sleeping in the same bed as me.” A hot flush creeps up my cheeks as I admit this to him.
When I look up, his eyebrow is quirked up, and his head is tilted. As if he’s silently saying, “Are you kidding me right now?”
He brushes my messy hair out of my face and drops a soft kiss on my mouth.
“I love sleeping in the same bed with you,” he murmurs. “We should do it again. Every night.”
I smile against his mouth. “Okay.”
He hands me the bag of food while he pulls up a streaming service on his laptop.
“I thought we could watch an episode ofBrooklyn Nine-Nine,” he says.
He pulls up my favorite episode. I stare at him. It feels like my heart is too big for my chest.
The episode starts playing, and he glances over at me. “You okay?”
Instead of answering him, I grab his face and kiss him. He makes a surprised noise against my mouth.
When I let him go, he’s chuckling. “What was that for?”
I stare at him. Tingles flash all over my body. “You’re the sweetest guy ever, Blake. And I can’t believe…”
My head spins as I think about all these years that we’ve been friends…how we had crushes on each other the entire time, but we had no idea.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I say. “I can’t believe we’re sitting on your bed after doing some of the filthiest, hottest stuff I’ve ever done in my life. And now we’re having my favorite food and watching our favorite show. It just feels so easy and perfect.”
Warmth flashes in his crystal blue eyes as he smiles at me.
That doubt from earlier nags at me again. It’s different now. It’s not because I’m unsure about how Blake feels about me. I know he likes me. I know he’s attracted to me. I know he cares about me.
It all feels too perfect, too soon. And I don’t want to ruin whatever it is that we’re building between us because we moved too fast.
That’s what happened with Logan. I took things slow with him physically, but emotionally, I was all in from the get-go. I fell for him so hard, which made me blind to his flaws. I ignored how pushy he was. How arrogant he was. How he only ever thought about himself and what he wanted.
I know Blake isn’t like Logan at all. He’s a million times better in every way.
But we have a friendship. A history. I hate to think of how I could lose it all if we move too fast and I follow my feelings more than my head again.
