Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
The bathroom door opens, and I feel like a teenager as I quickly remove my hand and sit up straight. She stares at me for a moment before moving toward the bed. Her wet hair is gathered into a messy bun on the top of her head, and she’s wearing a pink nightshirt that hits just above her knees. It’s too damn much, the way it slightly hangs off one shoulder, and I avert my eyes.
“How was your shower?”
“Relaxing,” she replies, pulling the thick comforter back. “Are you sure you don’t just want to share the bed? I’m a very still sleeper and don’t take up much room.”
Sure, January. I was just fantasizing about my mouth all over you, let me climb into bed with you.
“I’m fine.”
She blows out a breath and climbs into the huge comfortable-looking bed. “Good night,” she whispers, turning off the lamp on the nightstand.
I move around a bit, trying to get comfortable. “Night.”
The only source of light now is the small lamp by the couch and I click it off before attempting to wrap the silly blanket adorned with snowflakes around myself. It’s more like a napkin for a guy with my height, but beggars can’t be choosers. I rearrange the pillow and rest my head on it as I straighten my legs. I’m too tall for this couch and my legs are uncomfortably up on the arm.
I sigh as I turn, pulling my legs closer to my body. It doesn’t work and I nearly fall off the couch, knocking into the coffee table.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“You all right?” I hear in the darkness.
“Fine.”
When I try to adjust myself again, turning onto my stomach this time, I accidentally kick the lamp off the side table. It crashes to the floor, causing me to jump and January to scream.
“Fuck.”
“Mr. Luge, just come to the bed. If we are going to face my mother on the bunny slopes in the morning, we need our rest. I don’t think either of us will get much sleep with you on that tiny couch.”
She’s not wrong, but with the fantasy images in my head of her naked body, I’m not sure it’s the best idea.
I stretch my leg and knock my foot hard onto the end table.
“Fuck this.”
Bad idea or not, I can’t sleep on this couch. I grab my pillow and blanket and allow the moonlight to guide me toward the bed.
I climb on top of the comforter, and the soft mattress hugs me as I sink into it. A groan escapes me at the difference between the hard couch compared to this comfortable bed.
I feel movement as January shifts further to the other side, leaving a wide gap between us. I want to laugh at how ridiculous she’s being, but I’m also thankful.
The scent of her coconut shampoo invades my space, making me think back to her soapy body in the shower.
It’s definitely better if she keeps her distance. I drift in and out of consciousness until a hand slaps me across the face.
January’s tight little body is pressed snug against me. I carefully lift her arm from my head and turn toward her, studying her in the moonlight.
Her delicate features are barely visible, but I can just make out her sexy parted lips. A lock of hair has somewhat fallen out of her bun, resting against her soft skin. Her chest rises and falls in peaceful slumber, drawing my attention to her breasts, and that’s when I notice she has no bra on. Her nipples are visible through the thin cotton, and I squeeze my eyes shut, quickly turning over.
Maybe tomorrow I should try sleeping on the floor.
I count to ten until I finally fall asleep, trying my best not to dream about January’s pert nipples in my mouth.
Am I going to hell?
Probably so, but it’ll be worth it.
The next morning, I wake with January wrapped around me. Her hair smells of coconuts, and I take a deep breath. I could get used to waking up like this every morning.
I try my best to slip out of bed without waking her. It’s nearly impossible and as soon as my feet land on the floor she grips onto me tighter.
“January,” I whisper.
She moans and the sound turns me on.
I need out of this bed pronto.
I try to wiggle free, and I slip her arm from around my neck and it falls to the bed with a thud.
“Wha—” January’s eyes spring open and she quickly moves away from me. “Sorry,” she says once she’s realized what’s happened.
“I’m going to shower.” And jerk off, because waking up next to her tight body has me hard as a rock.
She nods and I rush into the bathroom.
An hour later, January and I are stuffed into our most wintery get-up. She’s cute in her oversized gray winter coat with a plaid-pink beanie and matching gloves. She smiles up at me, and it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.