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He quirked an eyebrow. “And did I mishear, or did you say that you loved me as you came?”

I pressed my eyes shut, kicking myself for the most unromantic moment to say it.

“Was that something just said in the heat of sex?”

I shook my head no. “I love you, Hutch. I never stopped either.”

Maybe this was a romantic moment. We were naked, in all senses of the word.

I could tell more was on his mind, things were on his mind for years. Instead, I kissed him quiet. In that moment, it all seemed trivial. What ifs and what could’ve beens and rehashing the past wasn’t worth it. With Hutch, I wanted to live in the present.

“I should probably get going.”

That would entail getting up and walking. Easier said than done thanks to Hutch.

My eyes traveled to the window and the dreaded tree. If I could barely walk, how the hell was I going to do that?

“Maybe you could distract your dad, so I could sneak out the front door?”

“I could.” His eyebrows danced on his forehead. “Or, you could stay here tonight.”

“Are you asking me to spend the night?”

He nodded yes, his dimpled lazy smile telling me all I needed to know. “We’ve made my twin bed work before.”

That we did. I treasured those afternoons when I fell asleep in his arms before his dad came home. But our bodies were more flexible back then.

“I’ve had ten years of beauty sleep in a queen-sized bed.”

Hutch stood up and held out his hand. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

He pulled me up with him, meeting for yet another kiss. He shut his lights, letting moonlight streak across our bodies. Then, without saying another word, he undid his sheets, got into bed, and I lay down beside him. His arms stretched across me and lulled me into a soft, peaceful sleep.

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The best sex of my life was followed by an okay sleep. Sleeping in Hutch’s beefy arms was incredible. It was so incredible that I kept waking up throughout the night to pinch myself. So yeah, not much actual sleep, but I’d never been so happy to wake up groggy.

I checked my phone. It was five minutes to five. Hutch was sound asleep, with the same slight snore that hadn’t improved since high school. Fortunately, it hadn’t gotten any worse either.

While I would’ve loved to wake up with Hutch and cuddle and kiss and potentially have a second round, reality set in. And by reality, I meant dried come pulling at my skin. I needed to shower, get dressed, and get my ass to school on time. And no way in hell was I climbing down the tree of terror by myself before the sun came up.

It was early enough that I could sneak out unnoticed. I slid out of bed and replaced my body with a pillow for Hutch to spoon. I stood up and remembered that I was buck naked.

And hard.

But that would have to wait.

Hutch looked peaceful and beautiful sound asleep. I wasn’t one of those guys who liked to watch people sleep, but I took a quick moment to admire his pouty lips. Even in his dreams, he was primed for making out.

I used my phone light to go on a scavenger hunt for my clothes. My shirt was on a desk chair. My pants spread out on the floor. My boxers were bunched in a ball under the nightstand.

We truly sex tornadoed.

Right shoe poked out from under the bed.

Left shoe behind right shoe.

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