He chuckles and hugs me tight, sliding one leg over mine and nudging his knee gently over my very interested cock. “That’s because someone shagged me senseless last night and again in the early hours of the morning and—” He looks at the clock. “And because it’s two in the afternoon. Fucking hell.”

I stretch and lie back against my pillows. “It’s Saturday. We had a lie-in.”

“You had a lie-in? Say it isn’t so.” His hair tumbles round his shoulders and his eyes warm as he gazes up at me. That feeling in my stomach comes again. I want to grab him and kiss him and squeeze him and never let him go. Apparently, I’m fifteen again.

I shrug. “I like lie-ins with you, not with anyone else.”

His eyes get warmer, and he gives me that smile again. The one I’m growing to adore and will apparently do anything to get. I think of the tickets and swallow.

“I thought we’d go out tonight,” I mutter.

He eyes me and rolls over onto his stomach, resting his arms on my belly and propping his chin on my torso. “Why?”

I shrug awkwardly. “I don’t want our entire time to be spent in bed.”

“Why?”

I glare at him and the naughty tilt of his mouth tells me he knows exactly what I’m trying to say, but the wanker is still going to make me say it.

“Because I don’t want the stuff I’ve had before. The fucking and clearing off.” I pinch his hip, and he writhes and chuckles before coming back to watch me with that bright gaze. “I want the Charlie Burroughs experience.”

“And what is that?”

I put my arms behind my head and stare up at the ceiling contemplatively. “I want dates where we go out for meals and long walks. I want to do fun things with you so I can hear you laugh. I want to know more about you, because I’ve learnt that being your best friend got me insider info but it didn’t get me everything.” I look down at where he’s watching me intently. “I want the full backstage pass, sunshine.”

His smile widens, and his face glows. “That does sound perfect, Misha.” He brushes hair from his face. “So, where are we going?”

I bite my lip. “I bought us tickets,” I say tentatively. “And if you don’t like the idea, don’t worry. Just tell me.”

“Tickets to where?” He sits up excitedly and the sheets pool in his lap, revealing the width of his bare chest covered in sleek golden skin and more freckles. The sun dances on him like he’s covered in pollen.

“Hmm,” I say, stroking my hand down that chest and following the line of hair under his cute belly button to where the sheet blocks my view. “Ouch!” I say as he slaps my hand.