But sleeping with Colton was completely different. The boy was a cuddler and a damn good one, at that. He slept with his arm draped around my waist and his chin resting on my pillow, his warm breath hitting against the back of my neck. As I stared at the clock on my nightstand, I couldn’t help but smile. Last night had been… well, it had been amazing. There was no other way to put it. In fact, it had been the most amazing night of my life, except for maybe the night I’d been offered my record deal. If sex came in ice cream flavors, sex with Jake and pretty much every other guy I’d ever been with would’ve been vanilla. But sex with Colton would’ve been dulce de leche. See how much sexier that just sounds? As I tried to come down off my Colton high, he stirred next to me, pulling me closer to him. “Good morning,” I said quietly. “Morning, babe,” he said, kissing my forehead.
