Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(50)
“Well, she’s stubborn and bullheaded.” He laughs.
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” I interject, laughing when he playfully squeezes my side.
“She also has a heart five times the size of a normal person. She cares very deeply for people in general, and she loves fiercely, especially her family.” His voice trails off.
“Are you two close?”
“We used to be.”
“What happened?” I can’t help but ask.
“We just... I don’t know, things just happened and I ended up moving out my senior year of high school.”
“Is that when you stayed at the Porters?” I don’t balk at the vague answer he gives me, clearly able to see it’s not something he wants to talk about right now.
“Yes,” he confirms. “Rosie and Tim always treated me like their second son. Hell, before I officially lived with them I practically lived with them already. They did more for me than I think any of them ever realized.” He falls silent for a long moment.
“It must be nice, having a friend like Gavin.” I finally speak again.
“It is,” he agrees. “Though sometimes I’d like to run him over with my motorcycle.” He laughs.
“I wish I had friends like that.”
“Well, first you’d have to buy a motorcycle.” He jokes prompting me to lay a swift smack to the top of his thigh.
“Shut up.” I laugh.
“Surely you had friends you were close to growing up.” He falls serious again.
“Not really, no. I was too busy with my advanced classes, student council, piano and cello lessons, to really have time to devote to friends. I mean I had friends, just not the kind that stayed in touch after I moved to Oregon.” I shrug.
“What about your roommate; you two seem close?”
“Harlee?” I question. “I mean, yeah I guess. I’m certainly closer to her than I ever was any of my friends back home. I got so lucky when I landed her as my roommate. Not many people could live with me.”
“I don’t know. I think I could.” He laughs, shifting his body causing me to roll onto my back. Within moments he’s on top of me, settling between my thighs.
“I wonder why.” I reach between us, my fingers closing down around his already hard erection. “That’s what I thought.” I smile knowingly, tightening my grip.
“That’s not the only reason.” He smiles down at me. “You also make one hell of a sleeping partner.” He grinds into my hand.
“I do?” I question playfully, confused by his statement.
“You really do,” he confirms. “You barely move or make any sound at all. I had to check your breathing twice last night out of fear that I somehow f*cked you to death.”
“As if that is possible.” I can’t contain the laughter that bursts from my throat.
“If it were I think we would have accomplished it by now,” he agrees, a wide smile on his impossibly handsome face.
“We could always try harder.” I give him a heated look as I position the tip of his erection at my entrance.
“Challenge accepted.” He groans, sliding deeply inside of me.
Chapter Nineteen
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Decklan
“Good morning.” I drop a kiss on Kimber’s forehead when she opens her eyes and peers up at me sleepily.
“Morning.” She smiles. “What time is it?”
“Just after nine.” I push her wild hair away from her face.
“That early?” she questions. “I feel like I could sleep for at least ten more hours.” She groans, rolling onto her side away from me, bunching the blanket up around her head.
“We could do that.” I pull her backside flush with my body, dropping my face into the crook of her neck. “Or we could go get something to eat.” I kiss her soft skin, loving the way goosebumps spread across her flesh when I do.
“Oh my God, food.” She groans. “I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”
“Well considering we’ve been holed up here for two days with nothing to eat but snack food, you kind of haven’t.” I laugh, kissing the bottom of her jaw. “What do you say we take a shower and then I take you to breakfast?”
“I say that sounds amazing.” She smiles, turning in my arms as she pulls my face down to hers, her soft lips brushing gently against mine.
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“What time do you guys open?” Kimber glances around as we make our way through the empty bar.
“Depends on the day.” I clasp my hand around hers, pulling her through the front door behind me before turning to lock it. “Usually, through the week, we open at five. It really doesn’t pay for us to keep it open through the day.”
“That makes sense,” she agrees, taking my hand again when I offer it. “So where we are we going?” she asks, snuggling into my side, the morning temperature cool and crisp.
“Well considering it’s too cold to throw you on my bike, how about we just head over there for coffee and bagels?” I nod my head towards the coffee shop/bakery across the street.
“Oh my God, coffee sounds so good right now.” She shakes her head excitedly, pulling a huge smile on my face.