Alice
The sound of Nathan's alarm wakes me up. His phone is vibrating on the coffee table, singing a death tune.
"What time is it?" I tiredly blink life into my eyes, watching his beefy arm reach over to slide a finger over his display.
"Too damn early," Nathan mumbles into my chest without opening his eyes. He is cuddlier than I ever could have imagined. "Let's sleep some more..."
Butterflies swarm through my inner center. I'm down on my back with at least two hundred pounds of hockey player resting upon me. Nathan isn't crushing me, though.
Almost, but not entirely.
I look down at his mop of dark hair and giggle before sinking my fingertips into it. He purrs as if liking my touch, and I softly massage his scalp. I guess men never grow up, no matter how big they get.
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