Chapter 65

After a few more kisses, he collapsed beside me and I laid my head on his shoulder. “That was…” I said.

“Yeah.”

Eventually, he got out of bed and returned with a wet towel and cleaned me up. Then he crawled back into bed and snuggled close. With our limbs entwined, we fell asleep.

* * * *

When I woke up, the bed was empty, but Beckett couldn’t have been up for long. His pillow still had a Beckett-shaped indentation and I burrowed my nose into it and inhaled. His scent lingered, too. Memories of the night before flooded my mind, and my dick twitched, eager to do that—and more—again and again. A happy smile spread on my face, and I stretched my limbs, doing my best to wake up my body. I lingered for another minute, before jumping out of bed, hurrying into the bathroom, splashed some water on my face and finger-brushed my teeth.

I debated strolling out naked to find Beckett but living in a house full of kids had conditioned me against strutting around without clothes, so I pulled on my jeans and T-shirt. Happy, out-of-tune humming and the enticing smell of breakfast told me where to find my boyfriend—was he my boyfriend now?—and I found my way to the kitchen.

Beckett had his back to me and didn’t notice me approaching. I took advantage and let my gaze sweep over him. He wore a pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt, and fuzzy socks on his feet, and wiggled his butt in tempo with the music. It was the most adorable sight I’d ever seen.

I tiptoed over to the stove and wound my arms around his waist.

He jerked and threw a glance over his shoulder. “You’re awake!” he exclaimed and grinned at me.

“Mhm. I was lonely in bed.” I snuck my hands under his shirt and tugged lightly on the hairs on his belly with a happy hum.

He chuckled. “You’re obsessed with my tummy hairs.”

“Are you complaining?”

His grin grew wider as he gave my cheek a quick peck. “Absolutely not.” He turned back to the stove and flipped over the pancake. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Sit down. I made you coffee.” He tipped his head to the table and a French press filled to the brim with the nectar of the gods.

“But you don’t like coffee?” I tightened my grip on him. The coffee smelled divine, but not good enough to tempt me away from Beckett.

“No, but you do. I bought some last time I went shopping. In case you’d…um…” His words trailed off and he squirmed under my grip. My heart melted into a puddle in my chest at the thought that he’d bought coffee just in case I wanted it.

“You’re amazing, Beckett Cooper,” I said.

He twirled around in my arms and gave me a quick hug. “You’re the amazing one,” he mumbled before turning back to the stove and the pancakes.

A few minutes later, we sat down and ate our breakfast. Everything tasted fantastic, but I could have eaten sawdust and still been happy. He smiled the entire time and I couldn’t stop touching him. It started innocently; I wedged my foot between his feet and then caressed his calf with it. He opened his legs, giving me more room to play. I took advantage; dragging my foot over his knee and all the way up to his inner thigh. His cheeks took on a lovely pink hue, but he widened his legs even more.

After a while, it wasn’t enough. I jumped off my chair and moved it until it was right next to his.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“You’re too far away.” I sat and pressed my leg against his and continued eating. When his palm landed on my thigh, I wanted to scream with happiness. We continued flirting throughout the meal, and it was the best morning of my life.

We had finished eating when my phone went off in my pocket. I pulled it out with a frown. Mom. I sighed. “I have to take this,” I said, jumped off the chair, and walked out of the kitchen for some privacy.

I answered the call. “Hi, Mom.”

“Levi. Samuel says you didn’t come home last night.” She wasn’t happy, that much was clear.

“I told you I was going on a date.”

“I remember. But I expected you to be home after it was over.”

“I guess it’s not over yet,” I said and ran my fingers through my hair.

She huffed out a strangled noise. “That’s not how we do things in this house.”

“Mom. I’m twenty-three. Give me a break.”

“I know how old you are. And I know you won’t get into trouble making a girl pregnant. But that doesn’t mean we condone that kind of behavior.”

I threw my hands up in the air and forced myself to count to ten before I put the phone back to my ear. “Mom,” I ground out between clenched teeth.