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"Yeah, darlin'."

I pull her close.

"Best fucking disaster I've ever had."

Chapter 9

Kierra

I wake up with a big, tattooed arm wrapped around my waist and a warm chest pressed against my back.

Well.

Good morning to me.

For a moment, I don't move. I just lie there, listening to Vex breathe, enjoying the unfamiliar luxury of waking up without a single reason to panic.

His bedroom is quiet. The blankets are tangled around our legs, one pillow is on the floor, and his clothes are scattered beside the dresser.

I smile.

The man survived an entire night without restoring order.

Miracles do happen.

"What's funny?"

His voice is rough with sleep.

"Nothing."

His arm tightens.

"Chaos."

"I'm admiring your housekeeping."

He opens one eye, takes in the room, and closes it again.

"Fuck."

I laugh.

"Don't sound so devastated. I'll help you clean."

"Not what I'm worried about."

"What are you worried about?"

He pulls me closer and presses his mouth to my shoulder.

"Getting you to shut up for five minutes."

"That sounds like an ambitious project."

"Got a few ideas."

I turn in his arms.