You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156 

Easton

 I can't remember ever feeling this way in my entire life.

She's lying against me, naked.

And for the first time in like...

months, all I want to do is hold her close, treasure this moment, maybe eat some bacon, have some coffee, a shot of something strong, and ask her what she wants to watch on Netflix.

Holy shit, we're in a relationship.

You know you are when suddenly sex isn't the first option but cuddling on the couch, spooning, asking who the big or small spoon is, and actually looking forward to the new Ryan Reynolds movie because he's just such a badass that sex can wait at least ninety minutes.

We get up after that incredible sex and eat more of the food, laughing when we find Sadie and Ryan already digging in.

And weirdly enough, they had the same idea.

We spend the rest of the night laughing and watching Netflix, and I can't remember a time in my life where I've ever felt so at peace.

So perfect.

It's jarring, almost.

What if it's taken away from me? I want to protect it.

To protect her and this moment that's always been mine, I just was too blind to see it.

I pull Harper closer into my arms as we finish up the movie.

Sadie and Ryan are both completely passed out on the other couch, he's snoring, and she's kicking him in her sleep.

Sounds about right.

"Hey."

I nudge Harper.

"We should go to bed.” "You're my bed."

She climbs further onto me.

"I'm comfy.” I'm not.

But I don't have the heart to say it.

Hell, even if my legs were falling asleep and my arm was about to get cut off, I'd probably still stay in that position, with my girl lying across me, her cheek pressed against my chest, her breathing slow, heavy.

I would die for this moment.

I would kill for it too.

I run my hands through her hair and smile.

"Okay, let's stay here." Forever.

I wake up hours later with Ryan and Sadie both on the floor like they fell off the couch but were too tired to move.

He's just starting to wake up.

“Huh?” Sadie jumps to her knees then slides one toward Ryan's dick.

I laugh as he falls to his side.

“Whyyyy!"

"Oh no!” She reaches for him.

"Don't touch it!"

He yells.

"It's bruised!"

I burst out laughing.

"You bruised his dick."

Harper yawns and rubs her eyes rising from her spot on me and the couch.

"Whose dick is bruised?"

"Son of a bitch, it burns!” Ryan groans.

"Wait, why does it burn?” I ask.

He looks down.

"I'm on fire!"

"What?"

I yell.

"Huh?"

Sadie shrieks.

A flame gets doused by one of the blankets quickly by a fast— thinking Ryan.

He was apparently dangerously close to the thing, some might say too close.

I burst out laughing.

"Holy fuck did you nearly burn your dick off?"

"Shut the hell up!"

Ryan yells, throwing the candle to the ground.

"Who lit this?"

Sadie raises her hand.

"It was romantic last night?"