“Sleepin’ Beauty” was whispered close by, and then I felt fingers brush against my brow. I knew who it was, and my heart gave a thump at the intimate touch. “Kylo,” he tried again when I didn’t make a sound.

“Hmm?”

“Time to get up, or you won’t sleep tonight.” He shoved at me, all tenderness gone. Even that had me smiling, but I thinned my lips to hide it. He tapped my forehead. “Come on. We’re going shoppin’.”

“No thanks,” I said, rolling away from him.

“But you have to. How will I push the cart or pick up heavy things?”

It was a mistake when I didn’t move because, in the next second, I had a wet finger sliding into my ear. “Jesus, Zion, that’s fuckin’ gross.” I threw the sheet back and stood to get away from him.

“Look, you’re up. Go get dressed and we’ll head off. I know you don’t have anythin’ on this afternoon or have a client tonight. We’ll grab some beers while we’re out and play strip poker later. I’ll even let you win a couple of times, so you get to see my awesome body.”

Was his head screwed on right?

There wasn’t a chance of going back to sleep, and not that I wanted to admit it, but Zion was right. He was correct that if I kept sleeping, I wouldn’t that night. Sighing, I said, “Fine. But we’re gettin’ burgers while we’re out.”

“Deal.” He grinned. “Chop, chop,” he added, and when I walked by him, he slapped me on the ass. Rolling my eyes, I shot him the finger over my shoulder and was rewarded with a laugh.

It was good my clothes were clean from the previous night. I stole a pair of Zion’s boxers though. He’d find that out later if we did play strip poker.

At the supermarket, I asked, “Tell me why you need to go shoppin’ when I spent some time in your pantry, and it looked damn full.”

Zion chuckled from behind me as I pushed the cart down the aisle. His hand touched my waist. I stopped, and his breath brushed over my ear when he said, “Maybe I just wanted you to come so I could stare at your ass.”

Fuck.

My gut tingled, along with my balls. Even my dick gave a happy jerk behind my jeans.

I grunted and started forward again. Zion laughed. “Why, Kylo, from your blushin’ cheeks, I’m thinkin’ you liked hearin’ that.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled. I wasn’t letting him know how much I liked that he wanted to check out my ass, and I also wasn’t thinking about it anymore because if I kept going, it’d lead me into thoughts of Zion and my ass. My dick pulsed again, even at the small thought.

He moved to my side and swung his good arm around my shoulders before giving my cheek a quick peck. “You’re fuckin’ adorable.”

“Great,” I said dryly. “Every guy likes to hear that from their—” I thinned my lips, I was about to say partner or boyfriend, but knowing me, it would have come out as parfriend or some shit.