A Summer of Dandelions by Whitney Amazeen

Author:Whitney Amazeen [Amazeen, Whitney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swan Pages Publishing
Published: 2024-05-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

ADDISON

Perry sleeps without his shirt on. I know this firsthand, because when I open my eyes in the morning, my cheek is pressed right up against his bare chest. He must still be asleep, because if he wasn’t, surely, he’d politely scoot me back to my side of the bed to spare us both this embarrassment.

I blink a few times, and as I do, my eyelashes get caught in his fine chest hairs. At first, I don’t know where I am, but then I see the sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across weathered wooden floors. Whitewashed walls are adorned with nautical-themed decor—seashell wind chimes, framed beach landscapes, and tiny prints of vintage surfboards. A small wardrobe is in the corner of the room.

Perry hums and the arm that’s draped across my shoulders moves downward, landing on my lower back.

Oh. My. Gosh.

I’m painfully aware of his touch, and every hard muscle on his body pressed against me. Tucked into the crook of his shoulder, it’s no wonder I slept like an angel all night.

Except right now, this close to Perry, the thoughts I’m having are anything but angelic.

I need to move. Now.

Slowly, I scoot away from him. It takes a genuine effort because he’s stronger than me and his arm is heavy. But after what feels like forever, I’m finally back on my side of the bed, facing away from him.

That little hum happens again, and the next thing I know, Perry’s spooning me. Yep. That’s right. His chest is against my back, and his arm slides around my waist. I know I should wake him up, but it feels really . . . good to have him wrapped around me like this. And that’s so wrong of me.

Even though I’d secretly like to stay wrapped up in him all day, I pinch his hand to wake him up. Hard.

He gasps, shooting up like I electrocuted him, and I pretend to stay asleep. I feel it then, the moment he realizes we’ve been cuddling in our sleep, because he removes his skin from mine like I burned him and swears under his breath.

The moment he gets out of the bed, it’s both a relief and complete, utter torture.

I spend the next two days trying to occupy myself with helping Perry’s children build sandcastles and collect seashells. I stay out of the water whenever Perry goes in it, and I pretend not to check him out when he takes his kids into the ocean for a swim, wearing nothing more than a tight pair of swim trunks that leaves me with nowhere else to look other than places I really don’t want to be looking. Like his torso and arms, covered in a light layer of soft, dark hair that does nothing to hide the toned muscles beneath.

My phone chimes with a text from Romilly.

Romilly

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