21. Lucy

Chapter 21

Lucy

L ike I weighed nothing, he moved me so I was settled against him, head on his chest with his arm around my upper back, fingers running through the ends of my hair as we came down, panting together, and I wondered if we were still on earth.

Moonlight shone through the slats in my window blinds, casting him in shadows and flickering light as he lightly stroked a hand down my arm.

He was so beautiful that it almost hurt to look at him, but I did anyway, tipping my face up to find him gazing down at me wearing an expression I’d never seen before.

My heart seized as I grew warm and content. Spencer made me feel safe, beautiful, and special, and I loved it.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his voice filled with concern.

“Please know that I am. I’m perfect. I’ve never felt like this before,” I answered, tracing meandering patterns across the broad wall of his chest with my fingertip. I was not yet sure if I should be mortified or proud of myself for letting go enough to come so hard. “I mean, I screamed “yes” so freaking loud. And your name, maybe God’s name, too. I can’t remember.” I lifted up on an elbow so I could see his face. “Was I too loud?” I squinted in the dark, watching for his reaction. “Tell me if I was, and I’ll try to rein it in next time. But I don’t know if I can, considering how you make me feel.”

Amused eyes met mine. “No, you were not too loud, sweetheart. That’s what I was going for—you screaming my name. I’d consider it a failure if you didn’t.”

“Oh. My god. You get more amazing with every word that comes out of your mouth.” I settled back against him again, pressing my cheek to his pec. “Well, I’m happy to oblige. You’re welcome to do all of that to me anytime. I am a fan of your work.”

“I plan on doing all that to you every day into eternity if you’ll let me.”

He brushed kisses over my cheek, tangling his hands into my hair as he held me close.

I threw my arm over his chest and my leg over his waist like one of those stuffed Velcro monkey things and held on. “You’re never getting rid of me, Spencer.”

“Good.” He squeezed me tight, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it before pressing it back to his chest. “Because I’m never letting you go. Never again.”

“Stay with me tonight?”

He turned to his side, so we faced each other. “Yes. I would love that. I don’t think I can sleep without you anymore, Lucy.”

“Isn’t it amazing that this feels so easy?” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned at me. “I almost don’t trust it. Being away from you today was terrible. Everything else has been like a dream come true.”

“If our biggest problem is we can’t get enough of each other, then I think we’ll be okay.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly.

“I think so too,” I murmured against his lips.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He kissed me again, darting his tongue into my mouth and pulling me closer.

“Sweet dreams, Spencer.”

He smiled at me as his eyes drifted closed, letting out a soft sigh as his body relaxed and he fell asleep.

I watched him for a few minutes, wondering how I got so lucky. Spencer looked like the walking, talking definition of toxic alpha masculinity, but inside, he was a marshmallow. Even when he made me beg, he was sweet.

I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms and dreaming of a future where I could look into his beautiful blue eyes when I woke up in the morning and every morning after for the rest of forever.