Page 38 of Princes of Hollywood

Something tickles my face. I try to brush it away, not wanting to wake up yet. The dream I’m having is too good, wrapped in safe arms, snuggled up warm. I never want to wake up.

“Someone took her job of watching Aiden’s every move literally.” The deep voice startles me. “Didn’t you, kitten?”

Who’s in my room? I open my eyes and Aiden’s face is right there. His curls rest against my forehead. I don’t move as I try to figure out what’s happening. I came downstairs and made Aiden and me tea.

We sat on the couch and talked. He pulled me into his side. And then I woke up literally tangled up with him. His arms are wrapped around me and my leg is thrown over his, while my other leg rests in between his. We’re still on the couch, but I’m tucked on the inside, while Aiden is curled around me.

I’m tempted to reach up and touch his peaceful face, but I don’t want to wake him.

Movement in the corner of my eye makes me glance up. Wyatt stands behind the couch with a cup of coffee.

“Make any decisions last night, kitten?” He arches his eyebrow.

Both Aiden and I have pajamas on, but the way we’re holding on is pretty intimate. I’m usually an I’ll sleep on this side of the bed, touch me and die type of sleeper. I take in a breath of his orange cologne.

“No decisions,” I whisper, watching Aiden’s face, but he’s out.

Wyatt sets his cup down and grabs the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over us. “Take care of him.”

He grabs his cup and walks outside. That didn’t sound like jealousy. He honestly worries about his friend.

I settle back into the warmth of Aiden’s hold, but I can’t go back to sleep. What am I doing here? This is so not normal for me, but maybe it’s time to mix things up in my life. This opportunity could end up giving me a future I never dreamed of having.

My only goal before this was to not end up like my mother. After my father left, she went down a dark path and dragged me along with her. She was careful enough not to get on child protective services’ radar, but that doesn’t mean I was taken care of.

I’m just glad I only had myself to protect. In the foster system, I met a couple of kids who had younger siblings that they were fiercely protective of. I don’t know that I could have stayed present, even for a sibling who needed me, with what I went through.

That doesn’t matter now. I need to live in the present. I realized that long ago. But now I have something else to live for. A future. This concept that’s been missing from my life for as long as I can remember. Moving from one bad situation to the next and just surviving.

My gaze lifts to Aiden’s face. I don’t know if there will be bad in this situation, but there’s definitely good that may outweigh the bad stuff.

His eyes don’t open but he draws me in tighter. “You think too loud, little warrior.”

My lips curve into a smile, but I freeze at the feel of his hard cock against my hip, stirring something hot and achy inside me.

“Just the effect of having a beautiful woman wrapped around me. Nothing to worry about,” he whispers.

I relax into his arms and release the breath I held back.

“I think I’ve found the cure to my insomnia.” His blue eyes open, shining with laughter and a heat I’m growing familiar with.

“If it keeps you from wandering around at night looking for booze…” I give a little shrug. I’m not typically a cuddler, but I like the way Aiden feels against me. He makes me feel safe, desirable, and needed.

He smirks. “Hmm, booze or a beautiful woman in my bed?”

I duck my head as heat creeps into my cheeks at him calling me beautiful again.

His leg between my thighs slides against mine, making me aware of how intimate this position really is. His lips press against my forehead.

“Thank you for the wonderful night’s sleep, Greer.”

I lift my chin to meet his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

His gaze drops to my lips. Is he going to kiss me? Will it be different than Roarke’s all-consuming kiss?

“Why was I not informed of couch cuddles being an option?” Roarke’s booming voice fills the room.

Aiden winces and pulls me in tight. “I’m not sharing right now. She’s my support human.”

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