Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I threw an arm and a leg over him, Spencer allowing it, and I said, “I’m an excellent cuddler. You’re gonna get addicted.”
Spencer snickered. “Oh, am I?”
“It would be understandable if you did.”
For the second time, he danced his fingers up and down my arm. “Go to sleep, Corbin.”
“But now I kinda want to talk.”
“You’ve had a long day. Get some rest.”
“Wow…what’s with me and bossy friends?”
“You’re still talking.”
“Do you know me?” I countered, and smirked playfully. This was nice, lying here with him, joking easily as he held me.
“I’m gonna stuff something in your mouth.”
“I already told you we can’t have sex tonight.”
“You’re gonna be a handful.” I opened my mouth to joke about my cock size, but Spencer continued before I could. “Don’t say a thing about your dick.”
“I’m shocked you think I would do such a thing!” A yawn slipped out before I could hold it back.
“Go to sleep, Corbin. I promise I won’t go anywhere until you wake up.”
And that easily, my body relaxed. I hadn’t known that was what I was waiting for, but somehow, Spencer did…and for whatever reason, he was willing to give it to me.
I closed my eyes and let myself drift away.
CHAPTER SIX
Spencer
I was grateful I had my cell in my pocket because I couldn’t sleep. Corbin had been out for hours, but I couldn’t make myself leave the bed. I’d lain here awake, alternating between staring at him or the ceiling, not wanting to move and risk disturbing him. He needed the rest.
Eventually, I’d finagled it so I could do some searching on my phone. I didn’t know a lot about eating disorders, but from what I saw online, he was right in that there was an official difference between disordered eating and eating disorders. Disordered eaters often didn’t cross that threshold into eating disorder territory—they weren’t bulimic or anorexic, for example—so they weren’t diagnosed as such. Now, that didn’t mean Corbin was correct in his assessment of himself. Maybe if he saw a doctor he would be diagnosed, but I was pretty sure he hadn’t seen anyone about it, going by his swift change of subject earlier.
It was crazy how your perception of someone could change after one conversation. It made me realize how quick I was to judge people sometimes, and I’d done it with Corbin.
He rolled over, and I set my phone down and followed him, each of us on our side, bodies molded together, my arm around his waist. I had no idea what this was or why I was doing it with him. Clearly, I wanted to support him, and I could tell Corbin needed it, but it wasn’t like me to offer to be someone’s personal cuddler. Though at eighteen, I also hadn’t been the type to try and kiss a random guy the first night I met him, but I’d done that with Corbin too.
Frustrating, annoying, maybe slightly addictive man…
I must have fallen asleep after all because I awoke to the feeling of something pinching my right nipple. My eyes jerked open, and there was Corbin’s piercing gaze, just a few inches away from me, having turned to face me at some point while we slept, my arm still around his waist.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he said.
“Because you pinched me.”
“I didn’t pinch you,” he replied, but I could see laughter sparking in those expressive blue pools of his.
“Yes you did.”
“Maybe you were dreaming about wishing I would pinch you and it felt real? I don’t know. It’s impossible for me to explain what’s going on in that head of yours, but I didn’t pinch you.”
I sighed. Was there anyone in the world more ridiculous than him? “Of course you would be a morning person,” was how I replied. “What time is it?”
“Six. I have to be at work in a couple of hours. I wasn’t sure what time you went in, so I was about to wake you up when you had that weird pinching dream.”
I chuckled because how could I not? “Do you realize you were drunk last night? How are you so…lively.” Though Corbin always seemed lively, didn’t he? Sometimes it was an act, covering for how he felt about himself, but at his core, I did believe Corbin was a fun-loving person.
“I slept great! Totally refreshed. I’m sure you did too. I’m an excellent cuddler.”
“So you’ve told me,” I replied with a smirk, then let him go. “I have to piss, and then I’ll make us breakfast.” That had come without much thought on my part, but then I started to think about his disordered eating and that maybe it was a good thing I’d offered. I could make sure he had a balanced meal.
“Great. I’m starving. And you totally like spending time with me.” Corbin sat on the edge of my bed.