Her blue eyes are on my chest and before I know it, her hand is there, tracing the lines of my tattoo, brushing soft strokes along the outline, trailing down to my bicep where the tail curls around my upper arm. “Feels as if we’re the only people alive in the world right now.” I like it,” I say, tossing my shirt on the floor and turning back to her wide gaze. I watched a few episodes of that crazy-ass show. “Oh,” she says as she pats at her hair and throws a glance around the room, squinting as she takes in the time on the desk clock. She straightens herself, scooting her bottom up until our faces are closer. Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes. “Your wish is my command,” I say, easing her out of the way to lift my tight black running shirt off over my head. “Take off your shirt.” Her hands tangle in my hair. “What are you snickering about, sleep talker?” I ask her. She sighs when I lean down to smell her hair.Īnother mumble and then she chuckles-actually laughs. I shift so the arm she’s lying on slides more fully around her. I won’t, and maybe, just maybe, I can get her to go out with me-for real, not any of this pretend bullshit. She’s probably going off on me in her dream. She mumbles something, and a little frown knits her brow. I feel entirely content and happy right now, and I’m not sure that’s happened in a really long time. “This is the most agreeable I’ve ever seen you,” I say in a hushed voice, not wanting to wake her yet needing to talk to her. She’s so gorgeous, all soft and pliant, but I didn’t come here for that.
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