Rolling her eyes at me, she pulled a slice of pineapple off her pizza and stuffed it in my mouth. “Amazon, you nut. I pick Amazon.”
Chewing the pineapple, I clicked on my Amazon subscription and pulled up the menu. “Let’s say you had an entire day to sit on this couch and watch anything you could ever possibly want to watch. What would it be? And no, it can’t be Supernatural. I’m off that show … for a little while at least. I got my fix of watching you drool over damn Dean yesterday,” I teased her.
“Fine.” She munched on her breadstick, her face scrunched up as she thought over her answer. “Don’t judge me, but I’ve never watched The Big Bang Theory, and I’ve always wanted to.”
Laughing at her choice, I pulled up my library and found the first season.
“Your wish is my command, doll.”
She gave me an annoyed glance. “You’re going to get me addicted to this, aren’t you?”
“Addicted to what? The show?”
Santana shook her head, a serious look on her beautiful face now. “No. You … This.”
My heart thumbed hard against my ribs.
I leaned in close to press another kiss to her forehead. “I’m trying real hard, doll. Is it working?”
Something soft flashed in her eyes. “So far,” she murmured so low I wouldn’t have heard her if I hadn’t been sitting so close.
“Good.”
One episode turned into two, and two turned into four. I got us another beer while episode five started.
Handing the brown bottle over, I sat closer to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. My heart jumped into my throat when she cuddled closer and rested her head on my shoulder, her right arm sliding across my waist. It was so natural, so fucking right.
Pressing my lips to her forehead, I savored this moment—this feeling—to keep it with me while I was gone.
I wasn’t paying attention to the show, couldn’t have cared less about what was going on as I rubbed my fingers up and down Santana’s arm. So I was clueless for a second why she suddenly laughed so hard she snorted.
That sound was so adorably sexy my body hardened instantly.
With pink filling her cheeks, she lifted her head slightly. “You didn’t hear that,” she mumbled.
“Nope, didn’t hear a thing, doll.”
Her lips lifted in a shy smile before she snuggled back against me, hugging me just a little bit tighter.
While she watched the next two episodes, I watched her, memorizing as much about her as I could. The sound of her laugh was a sound I couldn’t get enough of and was something I knew I would remember for the rest of my life.
By episode eight, it was getting late and she was starting to yawn. She’d had a long day, and I knew the right thing to do was to take her home, but I was selfish.
I stretched out on the couch, taking her with me. She gave me a smirk and kissed my cheek before rolling over so she was facing the television. Her long, dark hair spread out over her back, reaching the top of my jeans.
With my left arm acting as her pillow, I stroked my right hand down her hair, combing my fingers through the silky length. A soft sigh left her, sounding content.
I kissed the back of her head and closed my eyes, my heart feeling completely full and peaceful for the first time in my life.
***
A phone that wasn’t my own was ringing, forcing me out of the best sleep I could ever remember having. Blinking my eyes open, it took me a few seconds to figure out where I was.
The light from the kitchen was shining in my eyes, and the Amazon home screen was up on the flat screen. Faint morning light was trying to peek through the blinds, telling me I had slept all night long.
A soft breath had me lowering my eyes to the girl pressed against my body. From the ache in my neck, I knew I hadn’t moved at all during the night, but Santana was now facing me. Her nose was pressed against my neck, breathing me in with each inhale. One leg was wrapped around both of mine, which explained the ache in my dick. Her arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, as if she were holding on for dear life.
This was new to me. I had never slept an entire night with a chick in my arms.