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won’t go into detail about her kitchen or her bedroom, because they’re the same feel as the living room, but I will say Lyric’s white, four poster, king size bed is out of this world, awesome.
    We walk upstairs, hands still intact and quietly enter Lyric’s bedroom. I throw my bag over on a blue velvet chair, by her vanity table, then sit on the edge of her bed.
    Lyric sits herself beside me, crossing those arms of hers again. Wish she wouldn’t do that. I want to see her chest. “Just so you know, this is the last time we are doing this. Tomorrow you’re going to help me find a furry companion.”
    “What, I’m not furry enough for you? Should I grow a shaggier beard, perhaps?” I ask, rubbing the shag on my face.
    “Stop,” she huffs. “I’m serious. This is not working for me. I need sleep, Slim.”
    “That’s why I’m here. To wash all the demons away,” I smirk. Lyric tilts her head to the side and frowns. Shit. Okay. I better get more serious. I sling an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to my side. “Okay, sorry. We’ll go fur hunting tomorrow.”
    “Thanks,” she sighs, and places her head on my shoulder.
    I’m able to see a little of her cleavage. Not a bad view. “By the way, nice jammies.”
    She pops her head up. “Huh?”
    “Your jammies.”
    She makes that frowning face again. “You’re making fun of them.”
    “No I’m not,” I chuckle. “They look cute on you.”
    “They have cats on them.”
    “Yes, I can see that. Cute.”
    “You think the cats on my pajamas are cute?”
    “I didn’t say the cats are cute, I said they look cute on you,” I wink.
    She blinks in surprise. “Oh. Well, thanks…I guess,” she mumbles out.
    I see a hint of pink appearing upon her cheeks, which makes her even more cute. “Are you blushing?”
    She flinches away from me. “No.”
    “You are.” I graze my thumb across her right cheek. “Your cheeks turned all rosy red.”
    She suddenly stands up from the bed and growls out, “God, can you be more annoying? I wasn’t blushing. Now shut up and get in bed.” She stomps over on the left side of the bed, yanks down the covers and slides in.
    “Bed. Now you’re talking dirty, sweetheart,” I seductively say - joking, of course, but my cock may think otherwise.
    She shouts, “Shut up!” I laugh out loud from her reaction. It’s not very hard to get her riled up. It’s a continuous game I’ll never get tired of playing.
    However, the second I climb into bed, the air shifts and things become much more serious. Just like last night, she’s on her back, I’m on my side, facing her. “How do you want this to play out? Me holding you or…” my question lingers.
    “Uh -”
    “I’ll hold you. It seemed to work last night.”
    Lyric nods and turns out the lights. She scoots herself closer to me, rolls onto her right side and plants her back against my front. I have no idea what to do with my hand, though. I know last night I put it on her stomach, but that’s when she wasn’t wearing a slinky, sexy cami top where her skin was exposed. I’ll just put it a little above her skin. There. Okay. Safe zone.
    Lyric has her bedroom window open, so we can hear the ocean. It’s really calming, relaxing and makes me all kinds of horny being next to her. Damn, her body feels so good and warm next to mine.
    “Why are you so good to me,” she quietly asks.
    My lips twitch from her question. She has no idea my feelings for her are deeper than friendship, now. I’d do anything to make her feel safe. “Because you’re my best friend, and I don’t like knowing you’re dealing with this shit. Doesn’t sit well with me.”
    “I don’t like it either, so thank you…again for doing this.”
    “Whatever helps you get a good night’s rest.” I kiss the top of her head. Yeah, I know a little too intimate, but what’s not intimate about this setting? I know we should get some sleep, but I want to get my mind off the intimate stuff.