Sister Mother

Chapter 34

Addie

I woke up with Leo's arm around my chest. Because of my hips, I laid on my stomach more so than my side. Leo's hand was on my boob and he unconsciously pulled me closer to his chest. All I heard was his breaths, and all I felt was utter bliss.

I rolled over and faced him. His hair was pointed in every direction at once. His lips were still partly swollen from kissing so much. I dragged my thumb across his bottom lip. I liked seeing him like this, all peaceful and relaxed.

After sex last night, he went over to his suitcase and grabbed a t-shirt to wear to bed. He asked if I wanted him to grab anything for me. I told him that I wanted to wear one of his shirts. They're like dresses on me, running all the way down to my ankles. The fabric is loose and thin, and they smelled like him. Not like cologne, but like a mix between freshly cut grass and coffee. There was no chance he'd ever get his shirt back.

"Admit it," Leo said quietly without opening his eyes. "This romance stuff is growing on you."

I pressed my lips to his. His hands went to my back and he pulled me onto him, all without breaking our kiss.

"It's not," I whispered in between kisses. "I love you, but I don't love romance."

"Wrong answer." Leo wrapped his hands carefully around my waist, and in one swift motion, he flipped me so that I was underneath him. He pulled my arms above my head and kissed me again.

Mornings were made for this. Hawaii too. Shit, maybe I was made for this.

"I hate romance and I always will."

"You are the most stubborn and hard to please woman I've ever met."

"You're so much cuter when you're complaining about me."

"Seriously?"

I cupped his cheek. "This whole gentleman thing you've been doing is very unattractive. Please go back to insulting me."

"Did you just call me unattractive?"

"I've got a thing for assholes, and you haven't been much of one lately."

Leo pressed his elbow into the mattress and rested his head on my chest. "You're very ugly. I think I'm going to have to get my own room tonight."

"Blinker." I giggled, proud of myself for knowing his tell.

"I'm giving my eyes a break from looking at your nasty face."

"Try harder, please."

"I'll work on insulting you if you work on complimenting me."

I exhaled and dragged my hand down his chest. "Fine um, you're really good at sex."

"Thank you. What else?"

"You're cute. Not just I-like-you cute, but like you were genetically engineered to be cute in the same way Beatrice was made not to have Morquio. You're artificially cute. Some would say your cuteness is a sin."

"That's a strange thing to say, but I'll take it."

"Can I stop?"

"Not yet. I'm enjoying this."

"I take it back, you really are an asshole."

"An asshole you're in bed with. Keep going."

I shielded my face with my hands. "You're patient. I know that doesn't sound like a compliment, but I think it is. I'm a very complicated woman and I love that you're patient enough to put up with all of my crap."