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She cuddles back into my chest, and I close my eyes.

“What’s the rule about falling asleep together?” she asks.

“There are no rules here, Dakota. I’m good to do whatever you want.”

“So if I want you to stay and spend the night in bed with me because I’m too comfortable to move, you’d be okay with that?”

“Of course I would.”

She lets out a soft, satisfied sigh. “Yay.” She yawns. “Goodnight, Sam.”

I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, Dakota.”

A minute later, she falls asleep. It’s not long before I fall asleep too, feeling more relaxed and content than I’ve been in a long time.

Chapter 22

Dakota

Iwake up to the smell of coffee. And bacon.

I smile as I open my eyes. Sam’s not in bed with me, so he must be in the kitchen cooking.

A giddy feeling swoops through my tummy. I can’t believe how well things went between us last night. We had filthy sex together, and it wasn’t weird. Even cuddling afterward wasn’t weird. It was honestly so comfortable. We chatted and joked around and laughed. It felt so easy and laidback, like every other time we’ve hung out together…except we were naked and coming off of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

And we didn’t even have full-on sex.

Just thinking about it makes me blush. It was so hot watching Sam take control in bed. I can’t wait to do it again.

I slip out of bed, throw on the yoga pants and hoodie I was wearing last night, and pad to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.

When I walk into the kitchen, I see Sam with his back to me as he stands at the stove. A breath gets stuck in my throat as I take in the sight of his naked back. So manymuscles. He reaches for the spatula on the other side of the counter, and every single muscle bulges.

This man is unfairly hot.

I swallow the drool in my mouth and walk over to him. “Good morning.”

He looks up and flashes a sexy grin. “Morning.”

I’m about to lean up and kiss him, but I stop myself. Would it be weird for me to do that? Probably. We’re not in bed together. We’re in the kitchen, about to eat breakfast. We’re not in sexy times mode; we’re in friend mode.

I clear my throat, hoping he doesn’t notice my awkward moment of hesitation.

“Cooking bacon with no shirt on. Very brave of you,” I tease.

His mouth slants up in a smile. “I like to live on the edge.”

“You made coffee,” I say, looking at the full pot on the counter.

“Yeah, help yourself.”

I pour myself a mug and grab the creamer from the fridge. That’s when I notice what Sam is cooking.

“You’re making my favorite breakfast sandwich?” I’m grinning like a goober when I see all the ingredients on the counter. Sunny side up eggs, brioche buns, avocado, arugula, and grated white cheddar cheese.

“You remembered that I hate yellow cheddar,” I say softly.

He grins. “Of course I remember. Every time you’re around yellow cheddar, you gag.”

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