The Assistant Coach (BOOK 1: OMEN KING SERIES)

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Leia Welsh

I open my eyes groggily and take in the sight before me.

I feel surprisingly well-rested, which is a rare occurrence for me. As I shift slightly, I realize that there's something hard under my head. When I turn to look, I see that it's Warren's strong, muscular chest that I'm resting on. His chest is bare, and the sight makes me blush, even though I know he can't see me.

My left leg is wrapped around him, almost instinctively seeking his warmth. My left arm is draped over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady breathing.

His arm is wrapped securely around my waist, holding me close to him. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, in the best possible way. I can't help but smile, feeling completely content and safe in his arms.

We fell asleep last night on opposite sides of my bed, not really acknowledging each other. But now, we're tangled together in a way that feels both intimate and comfortable. It's like we've found our own perfect fit, and it fills me with a sense of pure joy.

I had wondered if he would be into cuddling, but the way he holds me now tells me everything I need to know. He's not just comfortable with it, he seems to welcome it.

I can't help but grin as I watch him sleep, his face all peaceful and his messy black hair spread out on the pillow like a wild cloud.

The way his chest rises and falls with each breath is mesmerizing. I give him a gentle nudge with my arm, and instantly, his muscles tighten beneath me. I bite my lip, my eyes fixated on him, still blissfully unaware of my intentions.

I decide to take a seat right on top of him, feeling the warmth of his body seeping through my clothes. I know he's awake, that cheeky smile on his face gives it away.

As his light blue eyes flutter open, a knowing smirk dances across his lips, causing me to tilt my head and smile back at him, my heart fluttering.

"Good morning, my handsome boyfriend," I whisper, planting a soft kiss on his left cheek, then his right, savoring the feel of his stubble against my lips.

His infectious smile spreads wide across his face, making my heart swell. God, I love that smile.

I could stare at it all day without ever getting bored, memorizing every curve and line that forms it.

"Say it again," he requests, his voice rough and raspy, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

His deep voice is like music to my ears, a melody that I can never be tired of hearing. He places his big, strong hands on my waist, eliciting a small laugh from me as I feel the strength and

warmth of his touch. His jawline is sharp and his Adam's apple bobbing as he speaks, giving him a rugged and masculine look that I find irresistible.

My eyes are glued to his toned abs, admiring the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, and he smirks when he notices, his confidence shining through.

"Handsome or Boyfriend?" I quip, as his smile grows even bigger, revealing his charming smile lines and his blue eyes shimmering with happiness.

"I like how it sounds," he replies, leaving me to wonder if he's referring to handsome or boyfriend.

"Good morning, my gorgeous girlfriend," he declares, gripping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.

His fingers intertwine in my curly hair, and I can't help but melt into his embrace.

The kiss is rough yet tender, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me breathless.

I can't deny the rush of pleasure that courses through me every time he touches me like this. I'm completely addicted to the way he makes me feel.