Page 88 of You Found Me in the Dark
“I know,” I said. “Still feels like something’s weighing on you.”
He shook his head, exhaling hard. “It’s not about her. Not really. I’ve just got a lot going on. Work. Life. Shit, I haven’t figured out yet. I’m getting older. Just trying to figure out where I want my life to go, I guess.”
I watched him for a second. I didn’t push.
“Fair enough,” I said.
He sat forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. “She’s Wren’s best friend.”
“Yeah.”
“She’s always been around. It’s not like that.”
I nodded slowly. “Okay.”
He stood then, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’m gonna head to bed.”
I gave him a short nod. “Yeah. I’ll take the couch.”
He paused in the doorway. “You and Wren are solid, huh?”
I smiled to myself, glancing toward the closed bedroom door. “Yeah. We are.”
Cam nodded once, then said, “Thanks for tonight, man.” And disappeared down the hall without another word.
I turned off the last of the lights, grabbed a pillow and blanket off the opposite couch, and lay down in the quiet.
The house was still, the night wrapped around it like a blanket. I closed my eyes, thinking about Wren’s hand in mine. About the way she’d looked at me earlier—like I was hers and always had been.
Yeah. We were solid.
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Imust’ve only been out an hour or two, but I woke up the second I felt her.
Warm. Soft. Straddling my hips.
My hands instinctively gripped her thighs as I blinked into the low light. The living room was still bathed in moonlight spilling through the cracks of blinds that covered the large window, casting her in this silvery glow that made her look almost ethereal.
“Wren,” I rasped, voice rough with sleep.
She leaned down, hair falling around us like a curtain. Her lips brushed mine, slow, teasing. “Hi.”
I swallowed hard, pulse already picking up. “It’s the middle of the night, baby. I’m exhausted.”
She smiled. “I missed you.”
My hands slid up her thighs to her waist, gripping tight. “Wren…”
She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate. I hissedthrough my teeth.
“Yeah,” she whispered, kissing along my jaw. “You missed me, too.”
There was no use denying it. She could feel it—pressed hard against her through the thin fabric between us. My body always reacted to hers before my brain could catch up.
“Are you sure?” I asked, rubbing small circles on her hips. “You’re not still tipsy?”
