Page 77 of The Wingman

The last time we woke up together, though, it was the best sleep I’d ever had. It was probably a coincidence.

What if it wasn’t, though?

“I’m fine with it if you are,” I say, keeping my tone casual.

“Totally fine.”

Tension cracks and pops in the air, and she lets out a light laugh. “I’ll go get ready for bed, then.”

CHAPTER 35

HAYDEN

Ten minutes later,we climb into bed, not looking at each other. My heart beats harder in my chest as she settles under the duvet beside me, sinking into the pillow and adjusting to get comfortable. When I glance over at her, my pulse does a weird leap.

It feels weirdly familiar and comfortable, climbing into bed with Darcy like this. Like we’ve done it a thousand times.

“Aren’t you going to be too hot?” she asks, looking at my t-shirt and gym shorts.

I’m going to boil from the inside out, but I can’t climb into bed beside her in just my boxers like I usually wear to sleep. “I’ll be fine.”

One of her eyebrows lifts. “Hayden. I know you sleep in just boxers. It’s okay.”

I hesitate. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “Mhm. Promise. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

I chuckle, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the nearby chair.

Her eyes trail down my torso with interest before she looks away fast.

Was she… checking me out? Pride expands in my chest. I yank my shorts off, and her eyes cut back to me, to my tight boxers, before she looks at the ceiling.

“You better not snore,” I tell her.

She grins and kicks me with her cold feet.

“Your feet,” I hiss, moving away. “They’re like ice.”

“Sorry.” She wiggles her toes against my calf.

I jerk my leg away, laughing. “That’s it. You’re sleeping in the hall.”

She laughs again, and I grin, moving onto my side to study her.

“It’s like having a sleepover,” she says, gaze moving over my face.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have sleepovers with women.”

Her brows slide together in a puzzled expression. “I meant a sleepover, like when you were a kid, but now I have more questions.” The corners of her lips tip up as she studies me. “Really? You’ve never slept in the same bed as a woman?”

I shake my head. “I mean, the other night, after Kit called you?—”

“Right.” She swallows, biting her lip. “But that was…”

“Different.”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Different.”

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