A Possessive Mate novel Chapter 39

"Can't wait till we get back on an actual bed," Nate sighed as he wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and leaned into me.

"That's going to take a while," I laid back against his chest and enjoyed the comforting feeling of his arms.

"Anyway..." he trailed off. "Do you remember our little bet from before?"

"Yea," I turned around so that I faced him directly. "I think my phone's over there." I reached over him and he quickly spun me around so that I was on my back and he was on top of me. "Hey!" He grabbed my phone off of the ground and started typing stuff onto it. "How do you know my passcode?"

"There's not much I don't know about you," Nate grinned as he continued to play around with my phone.

"That sounds kinda stalker-ish," I tapped his cheek with the palm of my hand.

"Mmhmm," he paused for a second as he concentrated on what was on my phone's screen. "Ah-Hah!" He turned the phone around and showed me what was on it. "Read it."

"Snuggle, to lie or press closely..." Oh crap. "But that's dictionary.com, that's not trustworthy! Go to that fancy English dictionary!"

"Snuggle, to settle or move into a warm, comfortable position, Oxford Dictionary." Nate paused and looked down at me with a triumphant grin on his face.

"But.. but..."

"No buts," he put a finger against my lips. "I won, and you have to pay up."

"I hate you." I turned my head away from his face; his grin was annoying me.

"Go to sleep baby," he laid down next to me and pulled me close. "I'll tell you what to wear tomorrow."

When I woke up, my nose was full of boogers. It sounds weird but all of the dirt and particles in the air had gathered in my nose and it felt horrible. And they weren't those soft boogers, they were the hard kind that sticks to your nose.

As I contemplated what was going on in my nose, I realized that I was the only one in the tent. I pushed myself up on the bed and felt the sheets slide down my chest. It was chilly without my blanket, and I reluctantly slid out of bed.

"Cold!" The ground was freezing cold, and my bare feet didn't take that well. I grabbed Nate's jacket, and I felt kind of ridiculous in it because it went down to my thighs, but it was warm and smelled like Nate.

"Good morning baby," Nate stuck his head through the tent's flap, and I was immediately cautious because he had a mischievous grin on his face. That grin never meant anything good.

"Mornin'," I replied. "Whatcha got there?"

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