CHAPTER 62

I wake up in the morning, and the bed smells like Timothy. I roll over to find him gone, but there's a sticky note on the pillow. Morning, Six. I grin as I shift out of bed, tugging down the hem of my T-shirt and stepping around the overnight bag he brought. I head out to the living room. "This for me?" I hold up the sticky note. Timothy turns from where he's standing at the counter, the smell of coffee wafting through our place. "Mhmm. How'd I know you'd have the ingredients for Rice Krispies squares?" "It's a bribe, isn't it?" I shift in front of him, winding my arms around his neck. "So I don't tell my dad I woke up in your bed." I cock my head. "Okay, technically my bed. But still." His hands slide down my sides, making every part of me wake up under his touch even before he presses his lips to my jaw. "You're going to wake up in my bed every day, always." He hitches me up on the counter and kisses me, taking his time. I press myself against him, threading m