The bed moves suddenly. That’s the kind of thing that ought to startle me. Except Daphne’s voice says, “Omigod. I’m sorry.”
My limbs are heavy. I only slit my eyes open to see sunlight pouring into my room. Then I close them again.
“Rickie. I slept here. And you slept, too!”
“Still doing it,” I slur.
She laughs. “Isn’t this great? I don’t mean that it’s great that I overstayed my welcome. But you don’t look like you minded. Were you awake all night?”
“Nuh uh,” I breathe.
“So that’s progress?”
“Mmm.” She’s not wrong. But now that I’ve figured out how to sleep, I’m down for the count.
Daphne runs a hand though my hair, and slides off the bed. I hear her unlock the door and leave, closing it softly behind her.
My consciousness is a half-formed, floaty thing. The bed is warm, and I’m hard, because I’m so comfortable and the pillow smells like Daphne. Everything in my life is wonderful, because I slept in a bed with my girlfriend like every other horny guy on the planet. Go me.
A little later, it gets even more wonderful, when a freshly showered Daphne comes back into the room a half hour later with a mug of tea.
“Is that for me?” I mumble. But of course it is, because Daphne is a coffee drinker.
“Yes, sleepyhead.” She sets it down on the bedside table.
“I’m unworthy.” I push myself up into a sitting position.
Her eyes widen at the view, because I sleep naked. “Good morning to you.”
“Isn’t it?” I reach for the hot tea and take a sip. I let the comforter stay where it is—low on my thighs. Then I give her a sexy smirk.
Daphne gulps. “I’m liking Burlington a little more than I ever expected to.”
“Are you now?” I run a shameless hand over my tattooed pecs. “Why don’t you close the door?”
She does it.
“I like your first day of school outfit.” She’s wearing another of her short skirts, with a pretty blue shirt. “But please take it off.”
“We only have an hour until we’re supposed to leave,” she whispers.
“Darling, that’s plenty of time.” I put the tea back down on the table. Then I toss the covers off my body. “You need some help?”
“Sure,” she says, biting back a smile. “Why don’t you show me what you have in mind?”
I lean over and catch the back of her smooth leg in my hand. And I run my fingers very lightly up the back of her thigh, under her skirt, until she shivers. My cock thickens against the sheet, and I let out a happy sigh.
As I unzip her skirt, Daphne lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it onto my rug. “Take off your bra,” I whisper. “Come closer. Let me love you.”
She begins to obey, but I’m impatient. So I wrap both my arms around her legs and pull her onto the bed, where she topples onto my body.
And she’s laughing—until I shut her up with my mouth.
The lady said we didn’t have much time. So I ply her with kisses. And it isn’t long until I have her spread out on her back, her hands gripping my shoulders as I move inside her. Our morning together is made up of white sheets, sunshine, and bare skin.
Then she catches me off guard, suddenly tensing her body with a sweet, climactic gasp. She pulses around me, and then moans.
So I’m done for, too. I plunge my tongue into her mouth and groan as I come fast and hard.
And then I bury my face in her neck and laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she pants, her arms flopping out to her sides.
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.” I grin against her smooth skin. “I spent so much time trying to get back my old memories. But all I had to do was make some new ones.”
“Yeah, okay. True. This will probably be a top-twenty memory for me.”
“Twenty?” I yelp. “Sweetheart, please. I’m climbing your leaderboard a hell of a lot faster than that.”
“I’m just leaving some space, McFly,” she whispers. “It’s only the first day of school.”
“I like how you think.”
She squeezes my hand. And I squeeze hers right back.
Thirty-Seven
Daphne
Maybe I’m just a snob who was ripe for a lesson in humility. But I hadn’t expected to like Moo U very much. I thought it would be big and impersonal. I thought the classes would be easier than the ones at Harkness.
But nope. My professors are every bit as sharp and engaging as