“Did you check under the cushions? Did you even look before you bothered me?” I grouched, pulling the couch cushions out to hunt for the remote.
“I did, actually. You need to clean more often. That’s all I’m gonna say.”
“Says the woman whose car still has French fries on the floor from the early two thousands,” I muttered.
“Oh, I also want to say that I’m over the moon about you two.” Judy grabbed my arm and said, “Riley and I were talking about you two.”
Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
A coldness washed through me. What the fuck had they talked about? I hadn’t spoke to Riley or Monroe about Beau yet. What had Judy said? What had she told him? Had he told Monroe yet? Or Shea? No, Shea barely got reception out there.
This was bad. This was beyond bad. Jesus fucking Christ, I forgot all about my friends and how they might react to this. Had been so wrapped up in Beau that Judy hanging out with Riley didn’t even ping on my radar of things I should potentially panic about.
“Um…what did you and Riley talk about, exactly?” I tried to sound casual, just kept hunting for the remote in the couch without seeing a damn thing.
“Oh, this and that. Just how lovely Beau is. How perfect he is for you. I’m really, reallyhappy for you, Lea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like you do with Beau.” The sincerity in her tone made my chest feel tight.
“Yeah,” I managed to say. “He is perfect. And I am happy.” I was beginning to realize that was the truth. It terrified me and comforted me all at once.
“Oh look! How’d it get down there?” Judy asked, plucking the remote from where it was wedged under the arm of the sofa.
An image of me lying on top of Beau right here a few hours ago flashed through my mind.
How, indeed.
“You need anything else?” I asked, putting the cushions back.
“Yeah. I need you to actually spend some time with me, you jerk.” Judy plopped down onto the couch and pouted at me.
I rolled my eyes, but I knew she was feeling a little rejected. “Fine. Let’s go mini golfing tomorrow. Then you can come down to the beach with us.”
Judy lit up. “Oh, that sounds perfect.”
“Night, Judes.”
She gave me a distracted wave as she flipped through the channels.
I rubbed my hand down my face and made my way back to the bedroom, tired as hell and wanting to cuddle up against Beau.
When I opened the door, Beau was still under the covers, turned on his side facing me. His eyes were closed, but he couldn’t have fallen asleep that quickly, right? I was only gone for about five minutes.
“Beau?” I called softy. He didn’t stir.
Oh my god. He was asleep. Warmth spilled from my chest and spread through my body as I slipped off my robe, turned out the light, and slid under the covers. Fuck it. We could shower in the morning.
Definitely together.
“Lea,” Beau murmured when I pressed back against himand wrapped his arm around my chest, lacing my fingers through his. He nestled closer to me, nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.
It would be way too easy to get used to this. Maybe I already had.
Oh well.
22
LEA
“Is it possible to faint because your orgasm was just that intense?”