Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Only tonight.

Chapter Three

Iris

There are arms around me.

Warm, strong arms.

My eyes blink open.

Bright light flows through the blinds.

The arms turn me over.

That's him. Walker. He pushes himself up. Stretches said arms over his head as he yawns.

He looks even more irresistible with the late morning light falling over his chiseled torso.

His dark eyes fix on mine. "Sleep. It's early."

I nod to the window. "How early?"

"For a Sunday." He grabs his jeans from the floor and pulls them on. "I have to go. Work." He pulls his t-shirt over his head, covering that perfect torso.

I want to trace all the lines of his ink. Again.

I want…

I want to get up. To make him coffee. And breakfast. Which is ridiculous. I can't cook to save my life.

Does pouring milk into cereal count as making someone breakfast?

Does a guy this cut even eat carbs?

&nbs

p; I swallow hard. What the hell do I say here? "It was fun." Amazing. The best sex I've had in forever. Or maybe ever. Definitely ever.

"Yeah. It was." He leans over the bed and presses his lips to my forehead. "Sleep tight, Iris."

I nod. "The front door locks automatically." Look at me, one-night stand expert. I make a mental note to high-five someone, but there isn't anyone I want to share this with. Only Lily.

My eyelids flutter together.

The door opens and closes.

I have that appointment.

I have to get up soon.

But not yet.

I pull the covers over my head.

And I let my head fill with memories of his body against mine.

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