Page 136 of Shut Up and Score
Micah makes a low sound and shifts, his face nuzzling deeper into my chest, trying to burrow inside me. His leg tightens around my waist, keeping me anchored to the bed—not that I was going anywhere.
I smile against his hair and let my fingers trail gently down his spine, tracing the dip between his shoulder blades.
“Baby,” I murmur, softer now. “Time to wake up.”
He groans and slurs something that might befive more minutesorfuck off,I’m not sure which. Probably both.
“You gotta get up if we’re gonna make it to dinner,” I tease, kissing the corner of his jaw. “Unless you want my mom to show up here and drag you out of bed herself.”
He huffs a sleepy laugh, but doesn’t move.
So I press another kiss to his cheek. Then his temple. Then the spot just beneath his ear that always makes him shiver. “C’mon, beautiful,” I whisper. “I wanna see those eyes.”
Finally, he stirs—really stirs—blinking up at me as though he’s still trying to remember where he is. His hair is messy, his mouth soft, and for a second, he just looks at me like I’m the only thing that exists.
And then he exhales, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “You’re obnoxious in the morning,” he rasps.
I grin. “You love it.”
His eyes flick to mine, and whatever he sees there—whatever I’m too much of a coward to say out loud yet—makes his smile widen, slow and sure.
“Yeah,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep. “I really do.”
He stretches like a cat, all long limbs and sleepy grumbling, before rolling half on top of me, his arm slung across my chest. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbles, lips brushing my collarbone.
“I’m more than cute,” I murmur, pretending offense. “I’m hot. And charming. And I wake you up with kisses instead of blasting music like some kind of monster.”
Micah’s smile curves against my skin. “Mm. Arguable.”
“Ar—” I make a dramatic sound of betrayal. “That’s how you’re gonna play this?”
He lifts his head, eyes still heavy with sleep but sparkling now. “I’m not above biting you, Taylor.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
He groans and drops his face back to my chest, laughing. “Why do I like you?”
I let my fingers thread through his hair again, grinning. “Because I’m irresistible. Also, because I bring you coffee, I put up with your attitude, and I look amazing shirtless.”
Micah hums. “You forgot the part where you make me come so hard I forget my name.”
I pretend to think. “Right. That too.”
He snorts, finally pushing himself up, hair sticking out at wild angles and cheeks still flushed. “Okay, okay. I’m up.” He leans over to press a lazy kiss to my jaw. “But you better make it worth it. Because dinner time is hours away.”
“Oh, I will,” I say, watching him pad toward the bathroom in just his boxers. “Starting with shower privileges. You’ve earned access to the good shampoo.”
He glances back over his shoulder with a smirk. “I already use it when you’re asleep.”
I gasp. “You little?—”
The door shuts before I can finish, and I swearI hear him laughing from the other side. I flop back on the pillow, grinning up at the ceiling like an idiot.
Yeah. I’m in deep.
And I don’t want out.
I am loving every second of this.
