He hauls me even closer, and I nestle in the crook of his neck, savoring the warmth of his smooth skin against mine, the steady thud of his heart against my cheek. As much as it might surprise other people, Nash is world-class at cuddling. After a few more minutes of sweaty snuggling, he presses a kiss to my temple and shifts, reluctantly separating our bodies. “Hang tight, beautiful.”
