Me and Mr. Just Right: A Sweet Romantic Comedy by Kaylee Baldwin

Author:Kaylee Baldwin [Baldwin, Kaylee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sweetly Us Press
Published: 2023-05-29T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Haydn whistled “Longest Time” as he got dressed in the bathroom, realizing how light and happy he felt. He never felt this happy in the morning, especially not before breakfast.

But all the loneliness he’d been grappling with for the last several months had fled, and in its place was a sense of belonging. Being on the island with his brothers was restorative. And being with Lia? Confusing, unnecessarily distracting, a bad idea. But also intoxicating, exhilarating, heady. And the side of him that craved sunlight over stormy days was winning.

He walked out of the bathroom with an extra skip to his step and was met with a face-full of pillow. The pillow fell to his feet, revealing a bed-headed, scowling Jules in the dim hall light. “No. Whistling.” He went back to his bedroom and slammed his door shut.

“Seconded!” Bennett called from behind his closed door as if they were around a board table considering a proposal on the agenda.

They’d stayed up until past one in the morning, snacking and laughing and talking, and their plan had been to sleep late. But Haydn’s ability to sleep in was suffering thanks to sleeping on a couch. And when he’d awoken, his first thought had been of Lia’s smooth palm pressed into his.

Forget going back to sleep. Forget hating mornings. A day he got to wake up and see Lia was good day.

The door to Haydn’s room—Lia’s room?—was open, and she sat cross-legged on the bed, writing in a notebook. She wore a pair of rumpled red-and-black plaid pajama shorts and a black tank top. His heart skittered right over its next beat, seeing her look so comfortable in his bed. She didn’t have makeup on, and she’d braided her hair into two loose braids that were slung over her slender, tan shoulders.

“Did my whistling wake you too?”

She glanced up at him, and then closed her notebook and set it on the tousled blanket. “I’ll wake up to Billy Joel any day.” She patted the bed beside her and tucked her feet beneath her to give him more space to sit.

The room had never seemed as small as it did when he sat on his bed next to Lia. He’d also never been so grateful that he’d opted for the full size. Especially as Lia’s folded knees brushed against his arm, causing him to catch his breath. “Maybe I whistle ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ tomorrow.”

She snickered, and he joined in, but they both stopped abruptly when Jules banged on the wall in warning.

“I think he’s worse than me before breakfast.” He swallowed hard as she leaned a little bit closer. Probably to hear him better, but his heart didn’t seem to care.

“You’re not so bad,” she whispered back. “In fact, I like you before breakfast.”

“Huh. I like you before breakfast too. And all times of the day, come to think of it.”

“I’m pretty likable,” she teased breathily.

He leaned toward her like a fish being drawn in on a reel, and she tilted her head.

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