I wiggle my eyebrows. “Don’t get me wrong, I both want and need it.” I press my hips to his, feeling the evidence of his own want and need. “But I also don’t want to fuck this up.”

He laces our fingers together. “We’re not going to fuck this up.”

“I might.”

He plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “I won’t let you.”

I loop my arms around his shoulders. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Jack Thomas.”

“You’re not nearly as scary as you think you are, Sadie Green.” He cups my ass in those big hands, pulling me from the counter. “Want to go downstairs and watch a movie?”

“Is that code for ‘wanna go downstairs and make out’?”

“I mean, yes? If that’s okay?” He finds his glasses and slides them back on, giving me a sheepish grin in the process. The result is so cute I want to bite him.

“Yes, that’s okay. If I can put my pj’s on first.” I’m already heading for the stairs, running up to change. And when I meet him down in the basement, I’m dressed in my flannel pajama pants and an oversized T-shirt. And he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I don’t remember what movie we put on in the background because it doesn’t matter. The night is for kisses and cuddles and falling asleep in Jack’s embrace.

“Sadie.” Jack’s soft whisper tickles my ear.

I groan and try to roll over, but I’m trapped in the cage of Jack’s arms. Which is actually a good thing because I almost rolled right off the couch. “What time is it?”

“Either super late or super early. I think it’s time to head up to bed.”

I nuzzle into his neck, planting sleepy kisses on his throat. “I think that depends on whose bed.”

He turns his head, his lips capturing mine. “Do you have a preference?”

Never having actually seen Jack’s bed, I opt for the known. “Mine, please.”

We head upstairs, hand in hand. I peel off to my bathroom so I can brush my teeth. Jack heads to his own room to change.

Once in my room, I pull down the covers and shimmy out of my pajama pants. I tuck myself under the covers, pulling the duvet up to my chin. Jack comes in a minute later, having shucked his sweater and jeans for just a pair of flannel pants. He slips into bed, pulling me into his embrace. I hitch a leg over his, tangling us up completely, tucking my head underneath his chin.

He runs a hand over the bare skin of my calf. “You really had to come in here with no pants, huh?”