Chapter 11: Minute Twenty

I woke at seven with sunlight on the quilt and Drew's chin resting on top of my head.

He was already awake.

I could tell from how still he was.

"Morning," he said.

"Morning."

"You looked at my phone," he said.

I went rigid against his chest.

"It was three in the morning, and I didn't know..."

"It's okay."

"I broke the rule."

"You did." He sounded very pleased. "That means I get to say something about it."

"Drew."

"I'd like it noted," he said gravely, "that on the night you made the rule, you were the one who got caught first."

I hid my face in his shoulder and laughed until the bed shook.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I really am."

"No, you're not."

"A little."

"You looked at a phone and you didn't flinch," he said. "You saw six hours. And you stayed."

I lifted my head.

His brown eyes were warm and a little tired, and a bit of gray showed in the stubble along his jaw.

I wanted him again so badly that it startled me.

"Come here," I said.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, and he was already hard against my thigh.

He ran his hands up my bare back and pulled me down to his mouth.

I rolled my hips and slid him between my legs, and I felt how wet I was.

"Fuck," he said against my lips. "Hannah."

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