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Will slowly moves over in the full size bed, opening a small space for me. Fortunately, neither of us is an overly large fellow.

I sit on the edge at first, eyes locked on him. If he shows the slightest hint of regret or discomfort, I'll find another way, even if it seems impossible.

Will bites his lip, and I can't help but track the movement.

I pull my legs onto the bed and tug the covers over my chest, lying flat on my back and staring at the wood-beamed ceiling.

"Randy."

I glance over. Will is propped on one elbow, his head resting in his hand as he smirks at me.

"Yes, Will?" I ask cautiously.

"I don't think being in the same bed is going to solve the touch issue on its own."

"Oh, right."

I turn onto my side to face him, and he lies down too, until we're facing each other on the same pillow. His warm breath ghosts across my face.

My hand comes up between us, palm up, offering.

His hand slides into mine, warm against mine as our fingers interlace.

"So we just hold each other's hands all night?" he asks.

I shrug. "I don't have any other ideas. Do you?"

His eyes twinkle in the moonlight spilling through the window.

"Goodnight, Randy."

"Goodnight."

Willoughby

When we wake, we're still touching but not holding hands.

My awareness slowly and hazily returns. First, I notice I'm warm. Second, I hear a rhythmic, soothing sound directly beside my ear. Whatever's beneath my face rises and falls.

I squeeze tighter and freeze.

Slowly, I look up. Randy is already awake, peering at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Freckles are scattered across his nose. I mumble an apology and start to pull away.

I realize his arms are wrapped fully around me and our legs are completely tangled. He doesn't let me go, and I'll admit I don't try very hard.

When I blink up at him again, our faces are only inches apart.

The tip of his nose grazes mine, and my breath hitches, a soft sigh escaping before I can reel it in. His lips connect with mine, soft and sweet.

My hands find the front of his top and tug. He rolls toward me, and the kiss deepens. Randy's thumb presses into the hollow of my cheek while his other hand circles my hip, pulling me flush against him. His hard cock presses against mine through our pants, sending sparks cracking through my center.

He breaks the kiss and rising above me.

"You're so perfectly beautiful, you know that?" he asks.

The sincerity in his gaze makes me blush, and my eyes dart away. His fingers curl around my jaw, gently drawing my gaze back to his.

"No hiding, sweetheart."