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touch the soft black comforter that covered the bed. “It’s nice.
Totally was expecting more of a Beauty and the Beast-type library,
though.” I glanced over my shoulder at him and grinned.
He leaned against his dresser, still clutching the DVD.
“Sorry to disappoint. I’ll be sure to have my library up to your
standards next time.” A smile hovered on his perfect lips as well.
I turned to face him and perched lightly on the edge of the
bed. It was soft and totally comfy, and an image of laying there with
him flashed through my mind. Instantly a blush raged on the surface
of my skin, and I looked down at the floor so my hair would fall
around my face and hopefully camouflage the color. “Are you a
sleeps-on-the-couch kind of guy? Or do you actually stay in here?”
“I sleep in here,” he answered. When I dared to peer up at
him, I saw that he, too, was looking down at the floor.
Was I being too forward by making my way into his space
like this? I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. I mean, I knew
he had no problem being close to me. We’d done our share of
making out in the car and what have you. But maybe I was taking it
a little too far.
My fingers found a spare thread in the comforter and began
twisting it around. My brain fumbled for a way to desexualize me
sitting on his bed. A little awkwardly, I asked, “What do you dream
about, Tucker?”
The flush that had flooded my skin wasn’t clearing up. Its
heat radiated beneath my skin, causing my heart rate to spike
dramatically. The pounding echoed in my ears, the only sound in the
entire room. I couldn’t even hear either of us breathing. Oh, whoops.
I’d been holding my breath.
Tucker’s eyes slowly rose from their fixation on the floor
until his gaze clasped mine. Those unfathomably spectacular dark
eyes were full of more emotions than I could match names to. I
wanted to hit the pause button and hold that glorious moment there
forever.
Until he decided to make it better.
“If you want to, I could show you.” Slowly, he peeled
himself away from the dresser. His steps were slow, but fluid, like
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