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Snuggling with her will never be a chore. “I think I can manage that.” I smirk at where my thoughts go.
Of course, my dick likes that idea, too, as it jumps to attention. Denim is my best friend at the moment.
Dammit,Larson. Get it together.And for the love of God, get your mind out of the fucking gutter.
Thankfully, Sydney remains none the wiser of my trip down Horny Lane.
God. I’ve got to get things under control, or there’s no way I’ll be able to concentrate on anything but her—I am not a pubescent perv.
Hand in hand, we walk to my room where my king-sized bed awaits.
God, this is so not helping.
Glancing to the bathroom, I quickly say, “I’ll be out in a second,” and dart through the door before she can respond.
Turning on the water as cold as possible, I rinse off my hands and run it over my wrists as I watch my frustrated expression through the mirror calm. This works for now. Taking some water, I splash my face to clear my thoughts with the help of its frigidness.
After drying off and making sure there’s no evidence of what I’ve been up to, I leave the bathroom to find Sydney snuggled under the blankets with the show set to start. Her smile lights me up from the inside out, but not necessarily in a sexual way—though there are plenty of thoughts where that’s concerned.
“You ready?” she asks on another long yawn when I hesitate next to the bed.
She pats the space beside her, and I comply. Though I lie on top of the covers.
I’ve never claimed to be a saint, but I’m not tempting myself to join her just yet either.
I will behave like a gentlemanplays on a loop as a constant reminder as I instinctually reach out, pulling her close so her head can rest on my chest.
Keeping my focus on the program, I will myself to calm down. I feel the rest of me relax and soon, I’m able to pay attention to what the show’s about.
Feeling Sydney relax fully into me, as her breathing deepens, I’m fairly certain she’s asleep, but I’m not willing to risk waking her to find out. She must be exhausted if she’s out so quickly.
Somehow, I end up getting sucked into the show. When the episode ends, I find myself letting the next episode cue up. I can’t describe the plot but hell, the characters do crazy shit, and I’m sucked in to see what their consequences are. It’s not my typical choice, but it’s entertaining. With Syd sound asleep, I’m not willing to move anytime soon.
Just as the second episode finishes, Sydney stirs. Her legs stretch long, and the arm she has draped around my chest tightens. Her long lashes flutter, and her sleepy gaze finds mine in an instant.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” I whisper. “Get a good nap?”
Looking around the room confused, she asks, “How long was I out?”
Brushing the loose strands of hair from her face, I glance at the television. “I just finished the second episode.”
Sydney winces. “Geez. I’m sorry. I guess I’m not the best of company.”
“I can’t think of any other way to spend the day.”
Rolling her eyes, she scoots away. “I’m just going to use your bathroom. I’ll be back out in a minute.”
Not wanting to watch more of this show, I turn off the TV while I wait for Sydney to return. Leaning back against my headboard, I close my eyes and relax into the pillows behind me. This is just the type of Saturday I needed after the hectic week I’ve had.
When Sydney returns, her hair is down, and her face looks fresh as if she hadn’t been sleeping mere minutes ago next to me. As soon as her eyes meet mine, her smile turns devious, and she pounces onto the bed, pinning me down.
“Humpf…” I’m knocked breathless.
As she straddles my waist, and her hands lock in mine, she pulls them up, placing them on my chest for balance.
Not putting up a fight, I grin at her playfulness.
“So, now that you have me, what are you gonna do with me?” I challenge.
