Page 155 of Secrets and Lies
“I’ve got three more that will go off in the next five minutes,” he says. “I’m really bad at getting up in the mornings.”
I gently tip his face up and give him a soft kiss. He sighs against my lips, and we’re both smiling when I finally pull away.
Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.Beep.
He lets out a loud groan and drops his forehead onto my shoulder. I laugh and smack a loud kiss against his temple.
“Time to get up,” I tell him.
He grumbles something I can’t make out, but dutifully pushes himself up and scrubs a hand through his fluffy hair.
Silently, he climbs out of bed, and his neck and chest go soft pink as I watch him pull on his sleep pants from last night.
“Are you going to be here when I get out?” he asks.
“I’ll be here,” I assure him.
“Okay. “I’ll just go…” He points at his bathroom.
“Do you need some motivation?” I ask when he doesn’t move.
“Couldn’t hurt,” he says with a little smile.
I pull back the covers. “Will thinking of this help?”
His eyes flare with heat as he drops his gaze to my morning wood, but he quickly shakes his head and shoots me a mock glare as his own erection bobs under his sleep pants. “No, that will definitelynothelp.”
I give him an innocent smile and cover myself again. “My bad.”
He rolls his eyes, but he’s chuckling as he strides into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
I lay back against his pillows and stare up at the ceiling. I could try to catch a quick catnap while he’s getting ready, but there’s no point. Once I’m awake, I’m up for the day, and I don’t nap unless I’m so tired I can’t keep my eyes open.
Instead of checking my phone or doing something productive, I slip my hands under my head and enjoy just loafing in bed while I wait for West to finish getting ready.
He eventually comes out of the bathroom with nothing but a fluffy blue towel wrapped low around his waist.
“Hey,” he says, like he’s surprised to see me.
“Hey.” I sit up and drag my gaze up and down his body elevator-style. “You look good wet.”
“Maybe next time I’ll set my alarm early so you can join me?” he asks, his voice heavy with uncertainly.
“Definitely.” I toss the covers back and swing my legs over the side.
I take my time getting dressed while West unabashedly watches, but instead of grabbing my soiled hoodie, I swipe the one he was wearing yesterday up from where it’s draped over the back of his desk chair.
He watches, an amused look on his face, as I pull his sweater on and lay mine over the chair instead.
“Trade ya,” I say with a grin and cross over to where he’s standing.
He tips his face up to accept my kiss, and it takes way more effort than it should to step back from him.
“See ya around.”
He smiles. “Bye.”
I drag my gaze up and down his body again, taking one last chance to check him out, then grab my phone, mask, and restraints. With one more look at West, I shove my things into my hoodie pocket and head toward his door.
