Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
And, just as I was halfway across the room, it did just that.
I cursed again, slowing my steps to an almost shuffle, as I made my way to where I thought the bed might be.
I found it—and Justice’s foot—and yanked my hand away like I’d touched something burning hot.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No worries.” He moved in the bed, and I wondered if he slept in the nude.
Probably not tonight, unfortunately.
Crawling into Justice’s bed, I tried not to inhale too deeply and let him know that I was sniffing him.
I wasn’t sure that it was him as much as his sheets, though.
“Is this your usual side of the bed?” I asked casually.
“I sleep wherever,” he murmured into the darkness. “Sometimes over here. Sometimes over there. Sometimes turned around backward. It’s why there’s a phone charger over there. Wherever I get comfortable first is where I’m at.”
I smiled at his words.
“I’m going to sleep badly, aren’t I?” I questioned.
He was quiet for a long moment before saying, “I don’t know. Guess we’ll find out.”
And I did.
Spoiler alert—he moved a lot. Oh, and he was totally a cuddler.
***
The next morning dawned bright and early, and the annoying bleating of Justice’s alarm clock startled me out of a very sound sleep.
A sound sleep that was filled with dreams of a naked Justice doing very naughty things to me.
When I woke, it was to find Justice laying his head against my chest and drool forming on my shirt.
“Ummm,” I said, shaking him slightly.
The only thing I accomplished was his face moving farther down my breast, and his mouth now fully open, his hot breath making the tip of my nipple peak.
Shit.
“Justice,” I whispered.
He didn’t so much as twitch.
I poked him in the forehead, then wiggled some more thinking all he needed was just a little push.
Turns out, he didn’t need a little push. He needed a big one.
Oh, and also, Justice was heavy.
Really heavy.
So heavy, in fact, that despite my desire to move him off of the top of me—because Jesus Christ did the man generate some heat—I didn’t so much as budge him an inch.
He was heavy as hell, and with the way he was on top of the covers and I was underneath them, I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of moving.
I then resorted to yelling.
“Justice!” I cried out. “I have to pee!”
That got me a groan.
Jesus Christ, the man slept like the dead.
“Justice…” I kept prodding him with my one good hand. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.”
“Why are you so loud?” he asked, his lips moving against my nipple.
I felt things inside of me tighten—things that definitely shouldn’t be tightening seeing as I hadn’t known this man for long, and he still scared the shit out of me sometimes.
“Because I have to pee, and you are pinning me to the bed,” I answered.
Oh, and also your mouth is perilously close to my nipple.
He groaned and rolled over, freeing me from my blanket prison.
I got up and rushed to the bathroom, making it just in time for my bladder to go into Defcon one mode.
I sighed, long and loud, as I relieved myself.
Afterward, I washed my hands and my face then brushed my teeth.
I looked at my bag, then the toothbrush holder that was holding the pink toothbrush and deposited my bright green one right next to his.
I opened the bathroom door.
“You forgot to flush again,” he groaned, face halfway smashed into the pillows.
I growled low under my breath and went back to flush.
“I haven’t forgotten to flush the toilet since I was a young kid,” I said. “And all of a sudden I move in with you for the night, and bam, I’m regressing to when I was six.”
He cracked open one eye, and I smiled at the most adorable Justice I’d met so far.
He looked so cute all sleepy and grumpy.
“I take it you’re not a morning person?” I teased.
He looked at me with a glare, then closed his eyes again without answering.
I chose to study his back, loving the way he’d conveniently left it so open for me to stare at.
“You have a tattoo of a unicorn on your back,” I said, noting the obvious.
It was a very detailed unicorn, and pretty to boot, but a unicorn nonetheless.
“Yeah.” He cracked open one eye again. “I got it right out of bootcamp. Fucking hurt.”
I could imagine.
And it was the size of half his back.
“It’s kind of cute,” I said, eyes trailing lower.
Way lower, in fact.
So low that I could see the dimpled indentations right above his ass.
A nice, firm ass that was quite round for a man.
An ass that a woman would kill for.
“Do you work out?” I asked.
He laughed and then rolled over.
And, since I was staring at his ass when he rolled over to his front that in turn meant that I was staring at his penis.