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He uses his hand to delicately move a rogue strand of hair, getting it off my face. When he tucks it behind my ear, and locks his eyes on mine, I know this is something. Really something.
My heart squeezes. I swallow the lump of emotion. This is new territory for me.
And there’s nothing I want more than to explore it.
Chapter 33
Tripp
I’m always up early.There’s always something to do, somewhere to go, something on the schedule. But right now, I can’t think of a single thing I’m supposed to do because a naked Willow is in my bed. Wrapped in my sheets.
I prop myself up, watching her sleep. I’m aware this is either romantic and acceptable or extreme-creep behavior. She’s stunning. Her dark hair is fanned around her, contrasting against the white pillowcase. Her eyelashes flutter. Maybe she’s dreaming?
Fuck. It feels likeI’mdreaming.
Her chest rises and falls—she stirs a little. I could pretend to be asleep, but I don’t. Willow wakes up and sees me watching her and she gives me a sleepy grin.
“Morning,” she says, while stretching her arms above her head.
“Morning.” I lie down on my side, facing her. Once she’s done stretching, she mirrors me.
“What time is it?” she asks with her eyes closed.
“It’s 5:45.”
“Gah! Why are you up so early?” She squints her eyes shut and dramatically throws her arm over her face.
“I’m always up early. Also, thought we could grab some breakfast before I have to go to the facility. Today is a corrections and adjustment day.”
“Do we have to go right now?”
“No, we have some time. Should leave here around seven. But thought we could take a shower.” I nuzzle her nose with mine.
“Mmmm, a shower sounds great.”
I take my arm and throw it around her waist, drawing circles on the top of her hip. I then cup her ass.
Her eyes, golden and bright, pop open. We’re on the same page.
I stand at the edge of the bed, reach for her hands, and pull her out of the bed.
I lead her to the bathroom and ditch my briefs before I turn the water on. Willow stands in front of me but covers parts of herself with her hands.
“Why the hands?” I ask.
“It’s bright in here.” Her voice is strained and sleepy. “I’m wildly aware that you are a professional athlete and I,” she looks down her body and back up to me, “am not.”
Fuck no. I don’t want her feeling like this. Not for a minute.
“Lo. Believe me, I love that I can see you. And not to give away all my cards, but you’re sort of my dream girl.” I look down at my dick and then back up to her.
Her eyes go wide when she sees my erection.
“You’re gorgeous. Seeing you like this...” I gesture to her and take in a deep breath. “It makes me want to put my mouth, my hands, all of me, all over you.”
Her worried face cracks into a sly smile. I take a step back into the shower. She meets me with a kiss, soft but urgent. It’s like she wants me to prove something to her.
Happy to.