Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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When I open the door from Mattis' bathroom into his bedroom, I'm greeted with the sight of him lying on the bed. I lean against the doorway, toying with the hem of the jersey he lent me, as I take him in.
His hair's a mess, arms tucked behind his head as he leans against the headboard. He's naked, with the linens draped over his waist and that mouthwatering torso on display. All muscles and crevices I could spend hours mapping.
There's a smirk on his lips and something twinkling in his eyes while he watches me checking him out. I should not be finding his cockiness this sexy.
"What?" I ask. His smile grows.
"Does this mean you're my girlfriend now?"
My heart tumbles over itself as something solidifies within me, hearing that word on his lips. I lift an eyebrow. "Me moaning your name wasn't confirmation enough?" I walk towards the bed, needing to be closer, like we're magnets drawn to each other. I swipe my hair over one shoulder, leaning down to press my lips to his. "Yes, that's exactly what it means."
Mattis' face splits into an earth-shattering grin as he pulls me down on top of him, kissing every inch of my face he can come in contact with. I laugh, trying to squirm away from him, but he has me locked in tight. When his mouth covers mine, it's in a slow, lazy, drawn-out kiss that makes my limbs weak.
He leans back, watching me with such awe I'm floating.
I snuggle close to him, hiding my head in the crook of his neck, needing a moment to collect myself. I feel bare, even though I've covered up. So much of me is laid out before him now, and having him watch me like that, like I hung the moon, is overwhelming.
Mattis clears his throat, smoothing a hand down my back. "Maybe we should tell Chloé."
I think of the anxiety uttering her name would have brought us once. Not even that long ago. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Mattis had no idea that his sister had come around, accepting our relationship. Maybe he's still nervous, wondering if it'll last. If she'll turn on a dime and throw everything back in his face. I notice how he's still under me, making my heart ache a bit.
I run my fingers over his chest calmly. "I texted her and Sarah before I fell asleep last night."
Keeping Chloé in the loop was necessary, if not just so she wouldn't blow my phone up this morning. Also, she's my best friend and something monumental occurred. I wanted her to know. That's why I sent a text to my sister, too. If I'm going to declare my love for anyone, my two favorite women will be the first to know.
He relaxes, squeezing me tighter, his nose burrowing in my hair. "So you just told both of our sisters like that?" I think he's going for stern, but he's failing miserably.
"Please don't phrase it like that. You make it sound like we're related."
That earns me a full-body shiver, and I glance up at his face just as he grimaces. Then, his eyes zone in on mine, and the air cackles around us. His eyelids droop slightly, my body buzzing.
