“Dork. Should we get up?” He didn’t seem in any particular hurry, stroking his big palm down my torso, but his voice was also far too alert for the early hour. I hadn’t been up this early on a Sunday in a couple of years.

“You totally grew up and became an annoying morning person, didn’t you?”

“Eh. I’m a work-whatever-shift-they-give-me person and a hope-insomnia-finds-someone-else-to-bug-soon person. But I don’t hate mornings.” Milo got a little bolder with his explorations, hand dipping lower. “Especially like this.”

“This is good.” I made a noise that was somewhere between a squeak and a groan as he pulled me closer.

“We’re not getting up right now, are we?” He was still chuckling as his mouth found mine for a lengthy kiss.

“Probably not.” I rolled so that we were face-to-face, me mostly on top of him. I loved how easily he went to his back. He might be bigger, but he had no issues letting me take charge, which was sexy as hell. “Complaining?”

“Never.” Stretching, he wiggled so he was more directly under me, our torsos aligned, and electricity sparking everywhere our skin touched. “After all, I’m the one who has a lot of lost time to make up for.”

He laughed, but his words pricked against my otherwise happy bubble. I hated that I cared, hated that it bugged me that I was strung out on hoping he was changing while maybe he was just looking to get lucky for the first time.

“Is that what this is?” I meant to try for casual, but my voice came out too sharp. Damn it. “Trying things you missed out on?”

“No.” Eyes solemn, he reached up to kiss the tip of my nose. “I didn’t mean the still-a-virgin sex thing. I meant lost time with you, specifically. Missing out on that.”

And just like that, my happiness bubble repaired itself. He was getting damn good at saying exactly what I needed to hear.

“You really missed me?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, stretching for another kiss, and this time I met his questing lips. There was something magic in how a single kiss could make me all warm and light. “And maybe I didn’t even realize how much until I saw you again. Like, really saw you.”

“I am cute.” I had to joke or else the rising tide of emotions was going to pull me under. Sweet Milo might be even harder to handle than Sad Milo.

“And smart. And a good guy. A really, really good guy.” Milo punctuated each of his comments with another kiss.

“Even though I didn’t sleep on the chair?”

“Especially since you didn’t sleep on the chair.”

And then as simple as that we were back to kissing, more purposeful now, until we were both breathless and definitely, positively not leaving bed anytime soon.