Suddenly You (Our Exception Book 2)

Chapter 8

Don’t know what prompted me to agree to this, but I’m here now and I’m committed. If my brothers could see me, they’d be… Well, Mitch would be appalled, but Max and Magnus would probably just laugh at me. An I told you so lingering on their lips.

Not that they’ve said anything, but I’ve seen the way they look at me, almost as if they know something I don’t.

“Okay, so this one is my most modest,” Coop says, appearing from his closet wearing a red lace crop top and matching panties. My eyes take in his smooth chest, his narrow hips, his lean legs.

Without warning, my body warms and my cock hardens beneath me.

“Looks good,” I croak out, happy that I’m on my stomach so he can’t see what this visual is doing to me. He’d never let me live it down.

“Yeah? I get straight guy’s approval? Well, I do love this one. It’s fun and flirty,” he says as he turns around and shows me his ass.

His bare, smooth ass.

I swallow roughly and feel my mouth dry.

Yeah, okay, I have to admit, he has a nice butt. A real good peach.

“I think it accentuates my ass cheeks really nicely, don’t you?”

“Yep,” I manage to say. My voice is hoarse and low, but Coop doesn’t notice it, or he’s at least choosing not to tease me about it.

Thank fuck for that.

“Wanna see the next one?” Coop asks, and I nod, breathless. I can’t let him see how this fashion show is making me feel. I really can’t. We may be married, but this is a platonic friendship between us. And it’s going to stay that way.

I’m not gay. Not in the least.

Although, with the way my dick is pressing into the mattress, hard and insistent, maybe I’m not feeling very straight right now.

But it’s been a while since I’ve fucked someone. And he’s wearing really hot lingerie, for fuck’s sake. So, really this is to be expected.

This is perfectly natural.

This is perfectly fine.

“This one is a little less flirty and just more obscene,” he says as he reappears in a black lace bralette and thin panties—the kind of underwear that has strings on the side and nothing in the back.

“What do you think? Hot, huh?”

I can’t answer. My tongue is lodged in my throat.

Because yes, it is hot. Not that I’ll ever admit it out loud.

“I so know, Matthew. You can’t find the words, right?” he asks with a laugh. “But it’s to be expected. These cost me a fortune, but I swear, I have nabbed a few men wearing just this. And look at my ass. Perfection, right?”

He turns around and I feel like my face is going to melt off. There’s nothing there. It’s like a jock strap but way hotter.

If he keeps this up, I’m not going to have any skin left. It’s just going to burn right off.

“Yeah. Nice,” I croak.

Coop glances over at me and winks. He has to know what this is doing to me. He has to. It’s not like I’m being discreet. But once again, he doesn’t say anything. Just lets me writhe in my own horny misery as he disappears back into the closet.

“Okay, so ready for my fave?”

I don’t think I am, but I let him rustle around out of sight. When he’s gone, I do some deep-breathing exercises and a quick meditation. I need to get my body under control. I’m not going to slip up and do something I’ll regret. Coop is a friend. I don’t want to lead him on, to make him hope for something with me that I can’t give.

He may not even want you like that anyways.

I shake that thought away when Coop appears before me in another pair of dark blue panties that has a thin piece of fabric attached to the middle. It stretches up and settles against the middle of his chest and clasps around his neck, like a choker.

“This one is a little impractical, but I do love it,” he says, as he runs his hand across his chest and down to grab his dick.

I follow the movement, shifting on the bed, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth. The friction on my dick is making my skin prickle, telling me I need more. I need relief.

“Looks good,” I finally say, and Coop nods, walking toward me, his long legs eating up the distance between us. I should move, but I can’t.

He sits down next to me, that bare ass and lace-covered cock right near my face.

“Do you want to do a fashion show too?” he asks, and I let out a scoff.

“No. Thanks.”

“You sure? I have a lingerie set that would look fabulous on you.”

Truth be told, I’d do it just to make him happy, but I’m afraid to move. Because if I do, then he’ll see the predicament I’m in. And it’s a full-grown predicament at the moment.

“Come on,” he says. “We can strut around the apartment in our lingerie and look fabulous.”

“Fuck off,” I say, and he glowers at me.

“But this is my dream come true. You have a fabulous body, Matthew. I’d love to see it in some lace.”

I bury my face in the covers, wanting to give in but truly unsure what to do about my dick.

“Come on,” he says softly, his hand running up my back and making me arch into his touch like a cat. “It’s just a little fun.”

I turn my head to gaze up at him and those golden eyes meet mine. And I can’t say no. Not when he looks so earnest.

“Fine,” I say. “But you need to pick something out and leave it in the closet for me. And no, you don’t get to watch me change.”

He grins widely and hops up.

“Oh, I have the perfect thing.”

I hear him shuffling around, and I take that time to place my dick beneath the waistband of my pants. Hopefully it goes down slightly before he returns, not that I have any such luck. A minute later, he’s returning, bouncing onto the bed and leaning back like some kind of prince, his legs spread wide before me, showing me everything.

“Onward,” he says, gesturing toward the closet. “I left it on the dresser. You can’t miss it.”

Hopping off the bed, making sure that he doesn’t catch a glimpse of my front, I disappear into the large walk-in closet. The first thing I notice is that my side of it is still empty. He’s left room for me in here, and it warms my heart.

But then my eyes settle on the little strip of fabric lying on top of the dresser, and I huff out a laugh.

“Cooper, what the fuck is this?”

I pick it up and stare at it. It’s a lace jock strap. And that’s using the term lightly. There’s barely any fabric.

“Come on, babe. Try it on. Your husband wants to see it.”

I shouldn’t do it. I bet he doesn’t think I will. And for some reason, that makes me want to do it all the more. I want to surprise him.

With a few flicks of my wrist, I’m naked and the lace jock strap is covering my semi-hard cock. Nothing is covering my ass though.

I stare down and see my dick pressing out and filling the fabric nicely. Has good stretch, I’ll give it that.

“Oh, come on, Matthew. Don’t be such a?—”

I step out of the closet and for the first time, I see Coop’s mouth drop open. Completely wordless.

A smirk pulls my lips up, loving the response I’m getting from him.

I fucking win, I think as I run my hands up my chest and into my hair, making Coop shift on the bed and start to pant.

“Oh my god,” he whispers as I turn around and show him my ass, just a peek, before I stalk toward him.

His cheeks are red, his chest heaving, that bit of fabric on his chest moving up and down as I approach.

“You didn’t think I’d do it, did you?” I ask as I stop in front of him.

I do not look at his hard dick which is straining up from his panties. No, I keep my eyes on his.

“You thought I’d chicken out.”

“Yes,” he gasps. And I decide to play this game all the way to the finish.

My legs come up and I straddle him, crawling into his space and making him fall back on the bed. His eyes are wide, his cheeks pink as I hover over him. Our dicks are both hard but neither of us pays any mind to those. No, we just stare intently into each other’s eyes. My hair falls down into my face, and Coop reaches up and pushes it back, his hand resting gently against my cheek as he does.

My eyelids flutter, my heart rate tripling.

“You look so hot right now,” Coop says gently, his thumb stroking across my cheekbone.

“I always look hot,” I bite back, but there’s no venom in those words, just teasing. A gentle, soft thing spoken between friends.

“Yeah, you do. You’re a gay man’s wet dream.”

“Any gay man, or yours?” I can’t help but ask, my words and thoughts no longer my own. No, for now, Coop owns them. He owns me. I can’t look away, can’t force myself to move. So I just hover over him, staring down into his beautiful eyes.

And that’s what they are. They’re beautiful. Shining, as if they know more than they should. As if he knows me better than I know myself.

His hand slides from my face to my shoulder, tugging gently and pulling me down against him. Our groins and abdomens are pressed together. I can feel his hard length against me, as I’m sure he can feel mine.

Coop lets out a breathy moan, something that shoots through me, down my spine, and into my balls.

His hips arch up, and I let out a small gasp, needing that friction more than I thought. I want more. More.

“Yes,” Coop says, his fingers sliding down my back to my ass, grabbing those fleshy globes and pulling.

My hands slide into his hair as I rock into him. Just once, but it’s enough to set my skin aflame.

Coop gasps once more, holding me against him. And with a strength I didn’t know he possessed, he rolls us over, his legs now straddling mine.

My fingers hook into the strip of lace on his chest and I pull him down. Closer. I need him closer. I want him to melt into me. I want him to bury his body inside of mine and never leave.

He grinds against me and an unbidden moan escapes my mouth. I’m not used to all these hard planes and muscles pressed against me, but I find that I don’t mind it. Not as much as I should.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Coop says as I feel his dick press against mine, both hard and throbbing. “And you look hot as fuck.”

I swallow, pulling him further into me, burying my face against his throat and breathing in the scent of him as our hips shift against each other. It’s a slow crawl to bliss, and yet I find myself not rushing it. Not at all. I’m just enjoying the feel of him on top of me, writhing and rutting against my body.

His lips are brushing against my neck, and I feel the pull of my skin between his teeth. He’s marking me, and I don’t stop him.

I let him do what he wants.

My ankles cross behind his back and his thrusts become more prominent. Like he’s fucking into me.

With a pop, his mouth detaches from my neck and he lifts his upper body up, his beautiful eyes staring down at me.

“We should stop,” he breathes, even as he continues to thrust against me.

“We should,” I say, noting how flushed his cheeks are. I’m sure mine are the same. My entire body is on fire.

“Oh fuck,” Coop mutters and then he rolls off of me, adjusting his hard, leaking dick with his hands.

And I’m left lying on the bed, completely forlorn.

Why did he stop? I was mostly kidding.

Kind of.

“We shouldn’t do that,” he pants, and I turn my head to stare at him. It’s either that or look at my angry dick. It wants to hold a rebellion.

It wanted to finish this little rut session with Coop but was denied. Most cruelly.

“Yeah, probably a good idea,” I croak out.

“You’re not gay, and I wouldn’t want to make you do something you’d regret.”

“Right,” I say, even though I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t regret it. In this moment, the only thing I’m regretting is not coming. I’m pretty sure my balls are going to fall off.

“Okay, right,” Coop says, running a hand over his face. “I’m going to change.”

He hops off the bed, and I watch him go to the closet, his ass jiggling as he moves, and I reach down past the lace of my panties and give my cock a good tug.

Well, fuck him. If he doesn’t want to get me off, I can do it myself. I should probably go to my room and do this in private, but a part of me wants to taunt him with what he’s missing out on. I’ve gone through a few of the stages of grief and have now settled on anger.

Fuck him.

Turning me down.

I pull my dick and balls all the way out, the lace stretched out over my thighs as I pump my cock in my hand, my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, trying to keep the grunts at bay.

But it’s difficult. I’m so turned on, so needy that I can feel my orgasm rush up to meet me.

I thrust my hips up and fuck into my fist, and when Coop appears back in the bedroom, fully clothed, he freezes. His pupils are blown out, his chest heaving as he watches me jack myself. And I give him quite the show. I slow my strokes and draw it out.

If he didn’t want to come with me, then the least he can do is watch while I get off.

My dick jumps in my hand and leaks profusely, dripping down the side of my cock and settling on my balls. I reach down and roll them in my palm, my hips thrusting up over and over until I feel myself cresting that inevitable peak.

“Fuuuuuck,” I moan and feel my cock pulse. A stream of cum shoots from my dick and lands on my hand and stomach. It’s endless, just jolts and shocks of pleasure flowing through me. And when I finally come down from it, I glance at Coop and see him, his hand down his sweatpants, moving back and forth. His forehead is on the doorjamb, his legs shaking.

And with a grunt, he comes, his whole body trembling with the force of it.

When it’s over, we both stare at each other, our cum cooling on our bodies and neither of us saying a word. Which is eerie for Coop. He usually doesn’t stop flapping his mouth.

“I’m gonna go,” I say, standing up and using the lace panties to wipe up my mess. I walk buck naked to the door leading out to the hall and stop to hand him the lingerie.

He takes it from me and clutches it to his chest.

“Fine. Movie in ten?” he asks, and I nod.

Yeah, that sounds…fine. We can just pretend that gay thing never happened.

That I wasn’t grinding up against him, or that I jacked off to the mere thought of him.

I feel better already.

Mostly.

My hand lands on my sore neck and I realize that I’m going to have a reminder of what we did etched into my skin for a while now.

Seems it won’t be as easy to forget as I’d like.

I end up in my bathroom, my hands under the cool water running from the faucet. Splashing my face, I suck in a gulp of air.

What the hell is happening to me? I would never have done this a year ago. Hell, even a month ago, being with another man wasn’t on my radar. And yet, there I was, beneath Coop, grinding my hips up into him, trying to find relief.

He’s bewitched me or something. He has enough money, he absolutely could afford some kind of potion from an actual witch. I bet he even knows a few people who’d whip something up.

I stare at myself in the mirror and sigh, reaching for the towel and drying my hands. I don’t even look like myself. I’m flushed, wild.

Goddamn it. I need some fucking advice.

With uneven strides, I walk into the bedroom and reach for my phone that’s lying on the end table, dialing my brother Max. He’ll understand. He’s gone through the same thing. He was never with another man until Beau. He has to have some advice for me.

As the phone rings, I realize that I haven’t really seen him since their wedding. I should invite them over, plan something so we can catch up. But then again, they’ve probably been enjoying their honeymoon period in solitude.

“Hey, Matt,” he says, a rustling in the background. “God, sorry. Doggo. No. No, do not do that… Sorry, the dog is trying to bury my shoe. Beau! Can you grab that? It’s my work shoe.”

He sighs loudly. “Sorry, I can’t with this dog sometimes.”

I let out a small laugh. “No problem. I should have messaged and asked if you were free.”

“I am. Sort of. Beau and I were just about to head out to dinner.” He pauses and then his voice lowers. “Is it urgent? I can totally cancel.”

“Hell no. Do not cancel. This isn’t important at all,” I lie. It is. I’m in dire need of some advice, but I don’t want to ruin their romantic outing.

“Okay, well I’d love to meet up sometime. Preferably without Mitch.”

“Agreed,” I say, even though my heart twinges at that. He’d never admit it, but he feels left out. I would if I were him. “Maybe we can have you over sometime soon?”

“We?” Max asks with a huff of laughter. “Yeah, I keep forgetting you’re married to Coop. It’s almost surreal.”

He can say that again.

“Anyways, I’ll let you go. Have fun tonight.”

“Oh, we will.” The way he says it makes me blush. The innuendo. Fuck. Me.

But then again, what I just did with Coop was just as bad. Or was it? Bad isn’t the right word.

“We’re using that gift card you gave us, so thank you in advance,” Max says, and I feel my cheeks darken even more. I have to talk to Coop about setting up some nice outing for the two of them. They deserve it. Maybe I’ll even plan something for Magnus. A step in the right direction of making amends.

I say goodbye to my brother and set my phone down, sinking onto the bed and sighing. It’s only now that I’ve hung up that I realize I’m not wearing any clothes, so I pull on a pair of sweatpants and flop back down on my bed.

I need to go out and watch that movie with Coop. He has the patience of a toddler. If I’m late, he’ll throw a fit, but for some reason, my hand picks up my phone again and I call Magnus. I don’t know why. We were never that close, my narrow-mindedness shutting him out for years.

But I just need someone to tell me it’s okay, that these feelings bubbling up inside are normal.

As soon as he picks up, I hear screaming in the background. Children squealing.

“Hello?” Magnus says, almost breathless.

Shit, I’ve gone and disturbed another family’s night.

“Hey, it’s Matt.”

Another high-pitched squeal and then the sound of a door slamming. The sounds are muffled now.

“Hey, big bro.” Something crashes in the distance, and I wince. “Sorry, we’re playing a very intense game of hide and seek,” Magnus whispers. “If Sem finds me, I get a very, very bad punishment.”

My eyebrows meet. “Are you okay? Do I need to come get you?”

He huffs a laugh. “Good god no. I want this punishment, Matt. Very much. But—” Something rattles in the background and he seems almost out of breath. “But I am going to make him work for it. I just slid under the bed. He’ll never find me.”

My mouth twitches into a smile.

“Sounds fun.”

“It is. And the kids are the worst at this game. We have to pretend we don’t see them. I found Lucy with just her head under a pillow and the rest of her body lying on the couch.”

I let out a surprised laugh at the visual. “God, were we like that growing up?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think our parents ever played hide and seek with us.”

His voice drops down to a whisper, “Anyways. You okay? Sorry. I didn’t mean to make this all about me.”

My throat suddenly grows a lump, and my eyes sting. He should make this all about him after the shit I pulled growing up and even worse as adults.

“It’s fine.”

“Thank you. So, what’s up?”

“I just…I just need someone to tell me it’s okay.”

I hear him shuffling around, his voice still a whisper when he asks, “What’s okay?”

I swallow and stare at the ceiling. What do I fucking say? I don’t know what to say.

“That I want…what I want.”

“And what’s that?” Magnus asks softly.

“Another man.”

He inhales sharply and then it’s silent on the other end of the line. “That’s perfectly fine, Matt. I know you don’t believe it because of how we were raised, but I promise you it is. Is it Cooper?”

I nod and then realize he can’t see me. “Yeah, I think.”

“Listen, it’s?—”

“Got you!” a deep voice says, and I hear Magnus squeal. The phone clatters, and in the distance I can hear Sem murmur something to Magnus. Something probably inappropriate. I quickly hang up, not sure what else I’ll hear if I stay on the line, and then sit up, running a hand down my face.

And as I do, my heart thunders in my chest, my body growing warm. Magnus’s words echo in my ears.

“It’s perfectly fine,” I repeat. “It’s fine.”

I’m fine.

“Where were you? I almost started it in your very delayed absence.”

“I’m here,” I grumble, pulling a blanket over my shoulders and slumping onto the couch. After my conversation with Magnus, he’d texted me, promising we’d talk more soon. I sat and stared at the wall for a while, just repeating those words over and over in my head.

I’m fine. It’s fine.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you so far away?” Coop asks, sounding annoyed.

I peer over at him and pull the blanket tighter around me. “No reason.”

He frowns, his brows pulled together. “You’re freaking out about earlier, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“You’re a liar. And a bad one at that.”

I peer over at him and hurt flashes across his face, for just a second, before it disappears. Guilt churns in my gut, and I shift in my seat.

“Fine, maybe a little bit. I’ve never…I’ve never done that before.”

He gives me a clipped nod. “Of course you haven’t.”

“A guy shouldn’t make me hard.”

“And why not?”

“Because I’m straight.”

One of those perfect eyebrows shoots up. “Of course you are.”

The way he says it, full of disdain, makes my stomach hurt.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s not a big deal,” Coop finally says and pulls his gaze away from me, folding his arms across his chest. He’s closed off, irritated, and it makes me nauseous to know I’ve upset him when he’s been nothing but nice to me.

Well, mostly nice. He is keeping me in this marriage despite having the funds and resources to get this taken care of. But I digress. He’s always willing to help me, to be there for me when I need him.

He’s done more for me than most have, actually.

“Let’s just watch the movie,” he says, flicking the TV on and pulling his legs up into his chest. He’s completely closed off now. I couldn’t crawl between his legs even if I tried.

So, I force my gaze to the TV and we watch in uncomfortable silence. I shift in my seat, trying to feel a sense of calm, but I can’t. Not when he’s so far away. Not when he’s keeping himself from me.

Now that I’ve had a taste of being touched effortlessly, I’m loath to go back to the way it was.

My eyes keep straying over to him, peeking beneath my lashes to see if he wants me to come and lay between his legs. But he doesn’t even glance my way. His gaze is solely focused on the screen. I can tell he’s irritated, but fuck, I can’t tell if this bothers him as much as it bothers me.

When the movie is over, Coop turns the TV off without a word, unfolds himself from the couch and strides to his bedroom, leaving me alone and miserable.

I should have behaved better, but I didn’t and now his feelings are hurt.

I need to fix it, but I don’t know how.

With slumped shoulders, I walk to my room, full-on pouting now.

As soon as the door shuts behind me, I stare at my bed and my bottom lip juts out. I just need to go in and apologize, swallow my pride and make it right. He did nothing wrong. He did nothing that I didn’t want. And then I went and had mild gay panic and made him feel like shit.

I need to grow the fuck up and act like an adult. Admit I was wrong and fix it.

With a sigh, I turn and make my way back out into the hallway, walking with soft yet purposeful steps.

When I make it to his room, I stop when I hear his voice through the shut door.

“Yeah, babe. You seriously need it.”

My heart stutters at the term of endearment, and I shift on my feet. Who is he calling babe? And why is it not me?

I should leave and let him have his alone time with whoever is on the line, but instead, I just lean forward and hold my breath.

It better not be fucking Russell.

“I’m serious,” he says with a small laugh, almost flirtatious. “It’s a crime what you’ve done.”

What kind of crime? A sexy crime?

I swallow loudly and press my ear to the door. I’ve completely lost my mind, but I don’t give a fuck. I figured that since we’re married, he wouldn’t be with anyone else. He even told me that he’s faithful, but maybe that doesn’t extend to phone calls.

Either way, I don’t like it.

Not one bit.

Coop laughs lowly and the sheets rustle. Is he…I swallow roughly. Is he getting off with someone else? After what happened in the bedroom? Maybe he is. Maybe he hated it, hated watching me, hated the way I felt against him.

Maybe I wasn’t enough.

I rub at my sore, aching chest, accidentally knocking at the door with my hand in the process.

I freeze and hold my breath once more. Fuck, he didn’t hear that, did he?

I should move away, but I can’t.

“Hey, love, just one second,” I hear Coop say into the phone and then a second later the door opens and I fall through, my body smacking into Coop’s.

He reaches out and steadies me, his hand on me burning my skin.

“Hey, let me call you back,” Coop says, and I scoff.

“You can talk to your boyfriend,” I grumble. I flush red and glance away from him, not wanting him to see how hurt I am.

I was so easily discarded.

I can feel Coop’s gaze on me as I stand there, the blanket pulled tightly around my shoulders. I should have stayed in my bedroom and hid away under my covers. Ignorance is fucking bliss at this point.

“Look at me, Matthew,” he says softly, and I bite my cheek and shake my head.

My eyes sting and the room suddenly spins.

I hear him sigh and then he reaches out and touches my cheek gently. His beautiful face appears in my line of sight, and I blink rapidly, knowing my eyes are wet and feeling ashamed about it. And yet, his touch grounds me.

I no longer feel like I’m spinning out of control.

“That wasn’t my boyfriend or hookup or anything like that. That was Patrick.”

I blink slowly and my Adam’s apple bobs in my throat.

“I don’t care,” I lie, and Coop’s lips twitch.

“Fine, you don’t care. That’s why you were snooping at my door and accusing me of cheating.”

I scoff and turn my gaze away, but he forces me to look at him, his hand now cupping my jaw.

“I don’t cheat on my husband.”

His fingers dig gently into my skin, and I let out a shaky breath.

“Fine.”

He nods and then lets his hand fall from my face. I miss his touch almost immediately.

“Now, what do you want?” He folds his arms across his chest and cocks his head at me. “You were lurking outside my door for a reason.”

I shift on my feet, the tile under my toes cool. “To apologize.”

His arms tighten around him. “For what?”

“For…for hurting your feelings.”

“My feelings weren’t hurt. You can have reservations, that’s fine.”

My eyes take him in and for a moment, I doubt what I saw back on the couch but then straighten my shoulders and dip my head.

“It’s okay to be hurt, Coop. And I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted.”

He lets out a shaky breath, and his arms fall to his sides.

“Fine. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”

I mean, let’s not go that far,I think, but don’t say it out loud. I just let those thoughts be swallowed down by my throat.

“Okay.”

We stand there, facing one another, Coop’s eyes boring a hole into my head and my eyes staring intently at my feet.

“Do you want to stay in here tonight?” he asks, and I nod my head.

“Please.”

He sighs and pulls me into his body, squeezing me gently and tucking his face into my neck.

My arms fall open, and I wrap him against me, inhaling him.

“Alright, well, it’s supposed to rain tonight,” he tells me as he pulls away and stares up into my eyes. “Want to leave a window open so we can hear it? It’s always so soothing to me.”

I nod and watch as he pulls the window open a crack before I let him lead me to his gigantic bed.

He slips inside of it, and I stand waiting, wanting him to tell me what to do. His body is lying on a plethora of pillows, his legs spread wide, and I want to crawl between them, but don’t want to assume that’s what he wants me to do. Not after I acted the way I did.

I don’t deserve it.

“Come here, husband,” he says teasingly and points to the spot right between his legs.

I let the blanket fall from my shoulders and move toward him, settling my head right against his chest, my leg curled around his. With my free hand, I pull the covers over the two of us and let my eyelids flutter shut as he runs his fingers through my hair.

I don’t deserve this, and yet he thinks I do.

That alone makes my entire body relax.

And after a few minutes of listening to the beat of his heart, I’m asleep.