Page 66 of Crazy Pucking Love
Chapter Thirty-Three
Megan
My alarm woke me, and when I rolled to turn it off, my hand didn’t meet a hard nightstand, but a warm, hard body.
Dane.
Butterflies danced through my stomach as I thought about last night, and I wanted to turn off the alarm, snuggle up next to him, and sleep the rest of the day away. The best sleep I’d ever had was in his arms.
But since I also needed to keep up my grades and get through school, I told myself to get up.
Only, when I forced my body into motion, Dane tightened his grip and hauled me back to him. “Five more minutes,” he said, his lips brushing my neck and sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
I twisted in his embrace, bringing us chest to chest. His eyes were still closed, and I reached up and ran my fingers along his whiskered jaw. “As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you a while longer, I have to drive back to my place to shower and get ready for school.” Actually, I wasn’t even sure I had time for a shower. I might have to grab one of those this afternoon instead.
Dane’s eyes opened and he blinked at me. Then his expression transformed, the softness that had been there moments ago shuttered behind a more serious mask. “Right. I’m really busy today, too. Guess I should get going myself.”
He sat up, and I wanted to take everything back. At least we could take the whole sucky waking-up thing a little bit slower. But he was up and moving around, tossing my clothes at me as he picked through the pile we’d made last night.
He stepped into his boxers and ran his hands through his hair, the muscles in his arms and chest standing out and making me temporarily forget that I was in a hurry.
I can be a little late… It’s a big class, with a back-of-the-room entrance. Surely the professor won’t even notice.
But then I remembered that I had a big assignment to turn in and sprung into motion. As I searched the floor for my other shoe, I asked, “Do you want to check out one of the Boston hot spots tonight?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to do that this week. I’m so behind in my classes, and we’ve got a tough game coming up, so practices will run longer than usual.”
I totally understood being busy, but I didn’t understand why he seemed to be looking everywhere but at me. “Okay.”
The doorknob felt cool against my palm, reflecting the chillier mood that’d seeped into the room for reasons I didn’t understand. Hadn’t we both had a great time last night? I knew I hadn’t imagined how amazing it’d been.
Telling myself to stop overanalyzing everything, I stepped into the hall and nearly ran into Whitney. “Oh. Sorry.”
She glanced from me to over my shoulder, where Dane stood, still shirtless and wearing only his boxers. A knowing smile curved her lips. “Morning.”
“Morning,” I said, and Dane kind of mumbled along, more a grumble than a greeting.
“I was just headed back to…” Whitney pointed down the hall, and I assumed Hudson’s room was that way.
“We’re, um, keeping this on the down low,” I said. “Because of my brother.”
“No worries. I won’t say anything.”
“Thanks.”
Dane put his hand on my back. “I’ll walk you out.” While I obviously knew the way, I far preferred making it with him. He guided me to the kitchen, where I retrieved my purse and double-checked my keys were inside.
“See you in math class this afternoon, then?”
“Yeah. I’ll be there.”
I placed my hand on his arm and kissed his cheek. “That thing with you and me and sleep last night? Best three-way ever.”
He cracked a smile, his expression warming, although there was still something guarded about it. Or maybe he was just tired—five straight hours of sleep was bliss and all, but it wasn’t that much in the grand scheme of things, especially after missing too many hours to count all the nights before it.
Hell, maybe I was too tired to properly read expressions.
But I wasn’t too tired to notice that he didn’t give me a proper kiss good-bye or make plans for when we could see each other again.
