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“What are you writing?” His deep, raspy voice has my eyes darting back up to his.

“N-nothing.”

“W-were you⁠—”

“Stay with me tonight?” My eyes widen as panic grips my chest.

Did I really just say that?

I never have a guy stay over.

Hell, I also never cook him dinner or watch TV snuggled on the couch.

It all goes back to what I learned that very first time.

Garrett is different.

And I’m beginning to learn that I really quite like different.

“What?”

“Don’t go home. Stay with me tonight.”

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GARRETT

Iwake up smiling.

It’s fucking weird, but I can’t help it.

There’s a heavy arm resting over my waist and a hot-as-hell body pressed up against my back.

So this is what it’s like to cuddle…

I can’t help but wonder why I’ve never hung around long enough after a hookup to experience it.

It wouldn’t have been the same, a little voice pipes up.

None of those guys were Cooper. I doubt I would have woken up feeling this…this…relaxed and content.

There’s something about Cooper Nash that settles me in a way no one else ever has.

When I’m with him, I’m not looking for a way out once we’re done or thinking about what comes next.

For the first time in my life, I’m trying to figure out how to make it last longer.

How to stay.

“Stay with me tonight.” A shiver rips down my spine as I remember the words he rasped in the seconds after he made me come on the floor of his den last night.

I thought I was hearing things. My mind was making shit up as my blood raced back toward my brain.

But then he repeated himself, and I realized that he was being serious.

We didn’t watch any more TV. Instead, he climbed to his feet, pulled me upright, and then, after checking the house was locked up, he led me to his bedroom.

It was just another mind-blowing moment to add to all the others that Cooper has given me this year.