“Princess?” I hear as I immediately still.Shit.
I give it a good five seconds before I answer. “Mmm?”
“Baby, your ass is…shit.”He quickly removes his hand from my breast, resting it on my hip. “Fuck, Nove, sorry.”
I roll my lips, my throat dry. “It’s fine, and I wasn’t grinding, I just moved and it sorta happened.”
I feel his hand between us, did he just…adjust himself?
That sends a thrill right through me. I want to turn around, lift the t-shirt up I’m wearing and tell him to have at it. I wantto display my body under his nose and let him decide what he wants to do with it. But I don’t. I’m too chicken.
I’m also so wet it’s embarrassing.
His thumb brushes against my hip, making my bare flesh burn like I’m on fire.
“I’m sorry, I was asleep,” he says, removing his hand completely.
I turn to face him. “Don’t be sorry. I… I didn’t notice, I just woke up.”I am so going to Hell.
He rolls onto his back and my eyes flick to his chest. The comforter is hanging low around his hips and I groan internally at the idea that I got him hard. His chest is muscled and perfect, along with his abs and the hair extending from his bellybutton fading south of the border… “Sure you didn’t. Just what you want, me gropin’ you in your sleep.” He folds his arms over his eyes with a groan.
I slap his arm playfully. “Now you’re being dumb. I barely noticed.”Lies!
“We’re both cuddlers, so let’s call it a truce.”
“If you say so.”
“Idosay so.”
“We both have needs,” I say, out of nowhere.
He lifts his arm and stares at me. “What do you mean?”
Oops.“Umm. Nothing. Forget it.”
“Needs?”
“I’m going to make coffee while you lie here and sulk,” I say, needing some distance. I pull his t-shirt down before I slide out of bed. “I was gonna offer to make those pancakes you like, but now I’m offended you don’t like my body.”
“I never said that. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“So stop saying sorry when I said it was fine. What girl wouldn’t want a man like you all over them?”
“I was all over you?” He sounds completely horrified.
I grab the pillow and throw it at his head. “No pancakes for you.”
I’m kidding, of course. I just don’t want him to feel bad, but deep down, I’m a little hurt. Did I want him to take things further? Yes. Was I right to put that on him when he felt me up in his sleep? Absolutely not. And this is exactly why you don’t catch feelings for your friends.Guyfriends.Bestfriends. It never works.
I pad out into the hallway, heading for the coffee maker. I know how Sawyer takes his, and I patiently wait as I load the pod and the coffee pours into the first mug.
I hear the shower turn on and I glance at the clock. It’s ten am.Holy moly.I slept for six hours straight? Not that you would know it, because Sawyer has blackout shutters in his bedroom, so it could still be the middle of the night.
I sigh, taking a sip of coffee as I add a little half and half. I was going to deliver his coffee in bed, but now I’ll just wait for him to get out of the shower.
Instead, I find the pancake ingredients from the little pantry, and I begin mixing everything into a bowl.
“What pancakes do you want?” I holler. “Blueberry. Chocolate chip—” I wander closer to the bathroom so he can hear me, and that’s when I halt in my tracks.