Page 95 of Weston & Cyrus
“If you want coffee before you leave, you need to get up now, sleepyhead.” Setting the mug on my nightstand, I sat down on the bed and debated kissing him or tickling him. “Eyes open before I give into temptation and tickle you. My self-control is weak in the morning.”
“Because you don’t sleep enough.” Weston rolled over and seemed to do his best to bury himself into my mattress. “You should try getting more.”
“But the mornings are quiet and I like the early bird crowd.” I waited as he grumbled and gave up trying to burrow through my bed. “Inhale. I brought you coffee.”
That stopped his digging. “You made it for me?”
“Yes.” I finally gave in and laughed as he slowly pushed up and looked around like a kid who’d just woken from a hard nap. Bedhead and a frown looked good on him, but I was smart and didn’t fuck with him as he sat up. “Lean against the headboard and I’ll give it to you.”
Next time I was going to put it in something with a lid. I’d forgotten how fuzzy-brained he was when he woke up too early. “You okay?”
He could technically go back to sleep for a little while but he’d asked to be woken up. I wasn’t sure I should’ve agreed to it since he wasn’t used to getting up early, but I wasn’t going to leave him without saying goodbye.
And good morning because I was pretty sure he’d get pissed if I missed that one.
So once he was sitting up with his first sip of caffeine hitting his system, I leaned over and carefully kissed his cheek. “Good morning.”
He seemed to hear me that time but it took his brain a few seconds too long to catch up. “Morning.”
Looking around and still coming across as slightly confused, he took another sip before turning back to me. “I dreamed we were at the gym again.”
So waking up here was confusing?
“Good dream or stressful?” I thought it would be an easy question but he frowned and needed another sip.
Both. Definitely both.
“I think…both, I think?” Weston wasn’t as confident as I’d been when I thought about the answer, but I’d been awake longer. “Um, we were…we were living out that fantasy you mentioned.”
Oh.
He wasn’t awake enough for me to fuck with or try to embarrass, so I did my best to handle it as neutrally as I could. “Once you have a chance to think about it, we’re going to talk about limits and ideas. There’s a lot we can do even if we’re careful with our limits.”
Wessie turned into one of my mother’s dogs and gave me a growly huff. “I’m not careful.”
He wasn’t sane either, but I wasn’t going to point that out.
“Then we’ll look at doing something dangerous and ridiculous.” I was open to both and I knew a variety of people I could rope into something naughty and slightly questionable. “But be careful what you wish for or next time I’ll wake you up as your Dom and not your boyfriend.”
His face scrunched up and the angry toddler look was back. “You’re dangerous either way.”
And he was going to bed earlier next time we had a sleepover.
“Thank you.”
Wessie’s frown had me wondering if spanking him awake would be a reasonable way to start the day.
“You’re not welcome. You’re not supposed to be careful with me. I’m strong and I can make a lot of bad decisions.”
Yep, more sleep and some way to mainline some caffeine into him.
Then we’d talk about just how strong he was and what kind of bad decisions he was looking to make.
Chapter 25
Weston
God. How had I let him talk me into this?
