22
Fool
Brennan’s arm was locked around Devon’s body when she woke up. She yawned and snuggled in closer to him. Her thoughts were hazy as she opened her eyes and realized she was still on the boat with Brennan. The bed was comfortable, but lying with Brennan was even better. She hated that it was morning, that their date was coming to a close, that they had to work today, so they couldn’t hang out on the boat all day again.
Rolling over to face him, she began to twirl the hair on the back of his neck again. She really liked the longer strands and the way he looked at her when she played with them. His eyes slowly opened, and he smiled when he saw her.
“Morning, Belle,” he said before he kissed her lips.
“Good morning.” Her heart fluttered at her nickname. She hadn’t realized how much
