Page 74 of The One Night Dash
“I promised my brothers I would do that stupid turkey trot thing tomorrow. I haven’t promised them anything since back then. I won’t break it.”
“I’m staying until you fall asleep then.”
She smiles up at me. “You need sleep, super star.”
“That was all you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Convince me otherwise.”
I move us to her bed and pull back the covers. She climbs in and moves over to one side.
“You inviting me into your bed?” I ask.
She yawns and nods. Shit’s contagious, so I yawn as I shrug off my jacket and slide in.
“I know you don’t remember this from last night.”
She literally pinches my freaking lips together, which makes me laugh, but doesn’t shut me up.
“Your head goes here, unless you wanna try a new position, and I can big spoon you from behind.”
She yawns as she smiles, fucking eyes shining in the moonlight, smile on her face, as she releases my lips and does the sweetest thing—kisses me, real damn soft. “I’m sorry you came here and had to face that hurt again.”
I pull her head to my chest. “I fucking adore you, Pembrooke.”
She melts into me. “I kind of adore you, too, Sterling.”
After a few moments of silence, she asks, “Question?”
“That open book thing?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Ask me anything. I wanna be your favorite book, remember?”
“Why are you calling me Pembrooke now?”
“We’re a team now.”
“Yay us.”
“Tell me you were a cheerleader.”
“Head cheerleader.”
“Your ex?”
She stiffens a bit.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Tell me he didn’t play hockey.”
“Football. Was supposed to go to Notre Dame.”
“This is a rare case where I don’t know what to say.”
She does the lip thing again. “Night.”
