Mia Hill. College bound with an athletic scholarship. A go-getter with big dreams and a fully thought out plan to make sure they come true.
But with her father's release from prison looming and the inevitable stresses of adulting, everything she wa...
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Warmth. The feeling of wrapping my hands around a fresh mug of perfectly heated hot chocolate on a stormy day, the calm and indescribable peace that comes along with that sugary perfection is the exact feeling I'm swooped up in.
I've yet to open my eyes, the overwhelming serenity blanketing every fiber of my body has me reveling in this moment for just a second longer. The subtle rise and fall of Grayson's chest beneath me is a gentle lull, keeping me tethered to him. The steady rhythm of his heart playing against my ear, settling across my chest and awaking my own beating rhythm. One swaying in tandem to his.
I kind of want to live in this moment. I want to capture it, place it in a keepsake box and treasure it. But the way his breaths begin to change, the way his fingers glide ever so slowly along my hip, tells me he's already awake. And the heat I feel against my skin tells me something else.
"Stop being a creeper, Adler," I grin against his chest.
I can feel his smile, despite the fact I have yet to open my eyes. "I'm not creeping, Tink. I'm watching you."
"Pretty sure that's the definition of a creeper," my smile widens, trailing my fingers up each ripple of his abs, making my way over his chest.
"Do you want me to stop?"
My hand continues, gliding along his collarbone until my fingers can slip into his hair at the base of his neck. I love the way his hair slides so easily through my fingers. And the way that faint growl takes place deep in his throat whenever I do.
Rolling my eyes open and pulling my gaze up to his, I smile into the chocolate depths of his eyes. "No. I don't want you to stop."
His hand slides along my cheek as he pulls me in, pressing his mouth to mine. The soft cushion of his lips sends a pulse to my chest, awakening the erratic flutters erupting throughout my stomach, arching their way to my toes. The sensation has a gentle moan escaping my lips.
"I like this," I whisper against him, feeling his eyes on me as I roll mine open to take him in.
"You like what? Kissing? Laying naked together?" That little smirk tugging at his lips continues the rush of flickering wings whispering around inside me.
"Yes," I smile, feeling his hand tighten against my waist. "But I meant waking up in your arms."
"Tink..." His thumb slowly slides across my cheek, holding me against him. His eyes flicker between mine as the warmth of our breaths tangle together. "I think this is quickly becoming my favorite thing."
"Same." So same. And the thought should be sending a fleet of warning bells throughout my system, shocking me back to a reality I used to reside in. But it's not. It's the complete opposite. I don't want to run. I don't want to throw up another brick wall for him to climb. I just want to revel in the heat of his gaze, in the comfort of his arms, and the frenzy of his touch.
