bossy

Chapter Thirty-Five— bossy

☆Micaiah's POV☆

I woke to Mali's body pressed against mine, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over my hip. The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting everything in soft gold.

This—her sleeping peacefully in my arms—felt more intimate than anything we'd done last night.

My hand traced lazy patterns down her spine. She stirred, making a soft sound of contentment.

"Morning," I murmured against her hair.

"Mmm. Too early."

"It's seven-thirty. We have class."

"Don't care." She burrowed closer. "Five more minutes."

"We don't have five minutes."

"Then make time."

I smiled and rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs. Her eyes opened, still heavy with sleep, and something heated flickered in their depths.

"This is not making time," she said.

"Isn't it?"

I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. Her fingers threaded through my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp.

"Micaiah—"

"Relax. I'm just appreci