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He drives home in silence, and I keep wondering how to talk to him about his temper and whether or not now is even the right time. But with the way I am, I won't be able to sleep if I have something on my mind like this, and I prefer to just get it out in the open and deal with it right away.

He parks the car outside our home, and I climb out to follow him inside.

“I am going to have a quick shower,” I say, feeling pretty gross from the full day of being so busy in the warehouse.

“I’ll shower, too,” Stef says, walking up the stairs with heavy footsteps.

I head over to my own bedroom, because Stef will be in his shower. While I am washing off, I can’t help but think of him standing naked beneath the hot stream of water and wonder whether I should have just joined him in the shower.

But I can’t face being rejected again or left unfulfilled after he has teased me to the point of near insanity.

Climbing out of the shower, I throw on some sweatpants and a little top. I stare at my bed. It’s calling me, and my body is so tired I could just collapse into it right now. But I need to speak to Stef first.

I want to resolve this thing with him about his temper. Even though he had a right to be upset tonight, there are different ways to deal with it that would have been far more effective.

I walk barefoot through the house and to his bedroom.

“Stef, can I talk to you…?"

I walk inside and find him lying on the bed in just a pair of gray sweatpants, his arm resting over his face.

He is fast asleep, even snoring softly.

I sigh.

As much as I want to talk to him, I know what he went through today.

I watched him working tirelessly to help his men. He didn’t take a single break until I forced him to sit down at have some of that burger. He showed me a different side of himself this morning, and I have a lot more respect for him now.

I walk over to the bed.

He looks so peaceful.

I pull back the covers and climb beneath them.

For some reason, he has been sneaking into my bed every night and then disappearing before I wake up, so maybe I should just sleep next to him and make it easier for him.

I feel a bit weird as I pull the covers over my body.

In his sleep, he rolls over and wraps his arm around me, pulling my back up against his chest. I freeze for a moment, expecting him to wake up, but he doesn’t.

His skin is hot against me, and I can feel every curve of his gorgeous, sculpted body as he lies against me.

My body is tingling next to his.

I close my eyes.

Go to sleep, Darya.

But I am struggling so much.

I want to wake him up with a kiss. I want to arch my back and rub my ass against him, inviting him to take me.

Stop this. Just go to sleep.

It takes me ages to fall asleep. And even when I do, I am still so aware of his body being so close to mine. No wonder I have been having crazy, sexy dreams about him every night.

His presence drives me wild.

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