My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 184

Evelyn

My eyes were the first to flutter open, the soft morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a golden glow over our tangled bodies beneath the duvet. As my senses slowly returned—dulled by the haze of last night—everything began to feel real again. Jacob had brought me to his room, and for once, I woke up not haunted by the cruel edge of dreams that had tormented me for days. There was no phantom emptiness beside me. No illusion that would dissolve with the morning.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the man I loved was right here. With me. Solid, warm, and real.

A small smile tugged at my lips as I lay there, drinking at the sight of him. There was no bitter aftertaste of loss clinging to the morning, no lingering grief that I’d wake up to an empty bed. I could say, without hesitation, that I was glad to be awake—for once, the reality was better than my dreams.

And what a view I had. Of course, the view was nothing but Jacob—his face, peaceful and unguarded in sleep, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm beneath me. I’d woken up first, and thank God for that, because it gave me a chance to see this—a rare glimpse of him, completely at peace, free from the weight of the world that always seemed to sit heavy on his shoulders.

I was sprawled across him, practically molded to him—no, entirely on top of him, to be exact. His arm was wrapped possessively around my waist, his hand resting on the small of my back as if even in his sleep, he refused to let me go. It made me wonder how, even unconscious, he managed to hold me so tightly, like he was making sure I stayed stuck to him.

Don’t get me wrong—I fucking loved it. Loved being this close, feeling the steady warmth of him beneath me. He was my heaven. Every bit of him.

But a part of me was curious. How could someone sleep so deeply, so serenely, and still have the instinct to hold on like that? Or maybe it was me. Maybe I was the one who clung to him without even realizing it. Either way, I didn’t really care to find out.

All I wanted, in this quiet moment, was to look at him. Just... look at him.

I rested my chin on my folded hands, staring down at him, memorizing every detail of his face like I hadn’t done it a thousand times before. His features were so damn perfect—symmetrical in a way that seemed almost unfair, like he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves.

Too fucking perfect!

"Pretty," I whispered, almost without thinking. I leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. But it wasn’t enough. I pressed another kiss on his other cheek, and still, it didn’t feel right. My lips brushed against the tip of his nose, but even then, it wasn’t enough. Lost in the moment, I leaned in again, barely noticing him stir in his sleep, and kissed his lips—soft, warm, and inviting.

To my surprise, his lips moved in response, returning the kiss.

In an instant, I wasn’t on top of him anymore. My back hit the mattress as he rolled us over, his body pressing against mine, heat radiating between us. His lips captured mine with a fierce passion that took my breath away.

I blinked in surprise before my hands found their way into his soft, silky hair. My eyes fluttered shut again as I gave in to the kiss, savoring the way his tongue teased my mouth, exploring every corner with deliberate intensity. Goosebumps spread across my skin, a familiar heat awakening inside me as memories from last night rushed back, making my cheeks burn with a blush even as we kissed.

God, I was already wet.

He finally pulled away, leaving me breathless, a small smile playing on his perfect lips.

"Such a sweet way to wake up your man, baby," he murmured, leaning closer. His voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'd kill to be woken up like that every morning."

"That wasn't... wasn’t supposed to wake you," I stuttered, biting my lower lip, trying to hide my growing blush. I felt like a nervous schoolgirl, my cheeks hot. "It just... happened."

"Oh, really?" he said, his gaze sharp and amused as he leaned in, nudging my cheek with his nose. "So you’re blushing like this because you didn't mean to wake me?"

“No, not for that—” I struggled to find my words under the weight of his gaze. “And I am not blushing. At all.”