“Piper?” “Yes?” I couldn’t breathe. He was so close that I could feel the heat of his body. Smell the scents of sawdust and pine that clung to him. “Are those sloths on your pajamas?” My gaze shot to what I was wearing—my favorite sloth pajamas that were about the nerdiest things you could imagine. The tank had a scrawled message, Slothy Sleeper, and little sloths clung to branches on both the top and the shorts. My face flamed. “I like sloths.” Hunter chuckled, deep and rich. “I can tell.” He bent and pressed his lips to the top of my head. “So fucking adorable.”
