Page 33 of Ancient History

“My eyes were closed, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“I hate when that happens.” I hoped the same fate didn’t befall me.

“Do you remember when we used to fool around in my car during free periods?”

I blushed with the memories of hot back seats, seat belt buckles jammed into my spine, and looking up from his dick every few seconds to askdid you hear that?

“Good times,” I said.

“I can’t believe how ballsy we were back then.”

“Me neither.” I got into my car’s back seat. For a second, I wondered if he’d asked me to join him.

“Have a good nap,” he said from his car.

“You, too.” I shut my eyes, but of course, my brain was far from sleepy. Not when Hutch was a life-sized dopamine hit.

I tried blocking out the outside world and listening to my breath so I could lull myself to rest. It didn’t work.

I peeked over at Hutch’s car. His eyes were closed, but he wore a perfectly pleased smile.

“You’re staring at me, Famous Amos.”

How could he know that? Was I just finding out Hutch Hawkins was psychic?

“Am not,” I said in lame response.

He laughed with his tongue poking out from his teeth.

“Have you been able to fall asleep?” I asked.

“Nope.” His eyes sprang open, two twinkling blue orbs that matched the cloudless sky. “You?”

“Nope. I’m tired, but not tired enough.”

“Let’s try it again,” he said. “Once more with feeling.”

He closed his eyes, and I did the same.

I scrunched down and got as comfortable as was possible in the back seat of an old car. I took in the peaceful silence outside. The cawing of birds. The rustling of a spring breeze. The sounds of cars driving in the distance.

And…nothing.

Truth be told, my best rest happened when I was wrapped in Hutch’s arms. The man could lull me into the most tranquil sleep, whether we were on his twin bed, on mine, or looking up at the stars from the hood of his car.

Maybe we could share one more snuggle today to ensure that we optimize our midday nap. My willpower was shot from my lack of sleep; I’d give anything to be wrapped in those arms again.

“Hutch, you awake?” I asked. “Psst. Hutch.”

I looked over, and he was fast asleep, his lips puckered in a peaceful slumber.

Oh, well. It was probably for the best.

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AMOS

After sleeping for eleven hours Thursday night, I was so ready for Friday. I was refreshed. I had energy. And more importantly, I had growing feelings toward my ex that I needed to dance off.

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