forward and kissed him.
His hands slid down my back and parked in my
back pockets. I ran my fingers through his thick and unruly hair.
When I did, he turned his face up to me. His mouth tasted sweet and
warm. His hands left my pockets as he brought them to my face, then
through my hair, finally moving them so he was cradling my
neck.
I took a deep breath and pulled away. He
leaned back in his chair and exhaled as his hands fell to his
sides. “Something wrong? Sorry if I—”
“I’m the one who jumped on your lap,
remember?”
“You must really like beef,” he said,
gesturing at our plates. “If I had any idea you would react this
way, I would have taken you to steakhouse the first time we
met.”
He pulled me back into his arms, dissolving
all my concerns when his warm lips touched mine. The buzzing filled
my body, and I was in trouble. For a brief moment, only his arms
were keeping me on the chair.
His eyes flew open. “Are you okay? Did I do
something wrong?”
He hadn’t seen anything and I was now firmly
planted on the chair. I tried to give him a reassuring smile. “I
just couldn’t catch my breath there. I’m sorry. You can do that
whenever you like.”
“For a split second, you felt weightless in
my arms.” He rubbed his temples with his eyes closed. “I’m so sleep
deprived it’s not even funny.”
Shit. Super, stinky, double triple
shit. “Um, bathroom.” I stood.
“What?” He dropped his hands from his face.
“You okay?”
“Yep, just need to go. Excuse me.” I fled the
room.
I put my hands on either side of the sink and
faced myself in the mirror. It was time for a reality check.
He was going to find out. It was only a
matter of time before I lost it in front of him. I should make an
excuse, walk out the door, and never see him again.
Even as I thought it, I knew I wouldn’t do
it. There was something with him I could not walk away from.
Bad decision, I knew. But it was done.
I returned to him. He looked at me with tense
eyes.
“Where were we?” I asked.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Are you?”
He took my hand and led me to his bed,
sitting on the edge. “I’m sorry. I’m so exhausted. I can’t even
function any more.”
I sat next to him. “I’ll get out of your hair
so you can sleep.”
“Stay,” he whispered. “No funny business. I
promise. I never thought I would say this, but I would rather sleep
than do anything else.”
I did, wearing his boxers and t-shirt,
snuggled against his chest.
Chapter 6
“Clean up in aisle three, cleanup in aisle
three.” The annoying old-school twang was clear in the announcer’s
voice. I was standing in front of the canned goods, thinking about
dirty things I wanted to do to Gavyn instead of looking for the
low-sodium canned green beans on my list.
I’d spent the night in bed with him and had
the cute note he’d left on my pillow in the morning snug in my left
pocket to prove it. He’d fallen asleep right away, but that didn’t
stop me from thinking about it and him all night.
I glanced to my right. A very wiry man with
hair so blond it was almost white stood near the end of the aisle.
I wondered, for an instant, if he could tell what I was thinking.
Of course not.
I grabbed the green beans and shoved them
into my cart. I normally enjoyed grocery shopping, but it was much
more difficult with Troy’s restrictions and my restricted budget.
Too bad I was the only one who saw the results of my hard work.
Soon, though, maybe not. More dirty thoughts paraded through my
mind.
I finished my grocery shopping and dropped
them off at my apartment. I’d hurried to my door without a glance
at the trees. I felt the darkness, but I ignored it and kept
walking with my head held high. It was my new tactic: ignore bad
things and maybe they will go away.
My next stop was the bookstore. It was high
time I bought some reading material that didn’t involve torts, the
Uniform Commercial Code, or obscure English common law.
I parked
His hands slid down my back and parked in my
back pockets. I ran my fingers through his thick and unruly hair.
When I did, he turned his face up to me. His mouth tasted sweet and
warm. His hands left my pockets as he brought them to my face, then
through my hair, finally moving them so he was cradling my
neck.
I took a deep breath and pulled away. He
leaned back in his chair and exhaled as his hands fell to his
sides. “Something wrong? Sorry if I—”
“I’m the one who jumped on your lap,
remember?”
“You must really like beef,” he said,
gesturing at our plates. “If I had any idea you would react this
way, I would have taken you to steakhouse the first time we
met.”
He pulled me back into his arms, dissolving
all my concerns when his warm lips touched mine. The buzzing filled
my body, and I was in trouble. For a brief moment, only his arms
were keeping me on the chair.
His eyes flew open. “Are you okay? Did I do
something wrong?”
He hadn’t seen anything and I was now firmly
planted on the chair. I tried to give him a reassuring smile. “I
just couldn’t catch my breath there. I’m sorry. You can do that
whenever you like.”
“For a split second, you felt weightless in
my arms.” He rubbed his temples with his eyes closed. “I’m so sleep
deprived it’s not even funny.”
Shit. Super, stinky, double triple
shit. “Um, bathroom.” I stood.
“What?” He dropped his hands from his face.
“You okay?”
“Yep, just need to go. Excuse me.” I fled the
room.
I put my hands on either side of the sink and
faced myself in the mirror. It was time for a reality check.
He was going to find out. It was only a
matter of time before I lost it in front of him. I should make an
excuse, walk out the door, and never see him again.
Even as I thought it, I knew I wouldn’t do
it. There was something with him I could not walk away from.
Bad decision, I knew. But it was done.
I returned to him. He looked at me with tense
eyes.
“Where were we?” I asked.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Are you?”
He took my hand and led me to his bed,
sitting on the edge. “I’m sorry. I’m so exhausted. I can’t even
function any more.”
I sat next to him. “I’ll get out of your hair
so you can sleep.”
“Stay,” he whispered. “No funny business. I
promise. I never thought I would say this, but I would rather sleep
than do anything else.”
I did, wearing his boxers and t-shirt,
snuggled against his chest.
Chapter 6
“Clean up in aisle three, cleanup in aisle
three.” The annoying old-school twang was clear in the announcer’s
voice. I was standing in front of the canned goods, thinking about
dirty things I wanted to do to Gavyn instead of looking for the
low-sodium canned green beans on my list.
I’d spent the night in bed with him and had
the cute note he’d left on my pillow in the morning snug in my left
pocket to prove it. He’d fallen asleep right away, but that didn’t
stop me from thinking about it and him all night.
I glanced to my right. A very wiry man with
hair so blond it was almost white stood near the end of the aisle.
I wondered, for an instant, if he could tell what I was thinking.
Of course not.
I grabbed the green beans and shoved them
into my cart. I normally enjoyed grocery shopping, but it was much
more difficult with Troy’s restrictions and my restricted budget.
Too bad I was the only one who saw the results of my hard work.
Soon, though, maybe not. More dirty thoughts paraded through my
mind.
I finished my grocery shopping and dropped
them off at my apartment. I’d hurried to my door without a glance
at the trees. I felt the darkness, but I ignored it and kept
walking with my head held high. It was my new tactic: ignore bad
things and maybe they will go away.
My next stop was the bookstore. It was high
time I bought some reading material that didn’t involve torts, the
Uniform Commercial Code, or obscure English common law.
I parked
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