She nods.

“Good. He has his own bathroom.”

She kicks out her hip and plants a hand on it. “Are you afraid to share a bathroom with me?”

“Well, yeah. You need at least an hour to dry your hair in the morning.”

“Whatever,” she mutters before flouncing away. She stops at the top of the stairwell. “Jett?”

I glance up at her. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for letting me stay.” She pauses. “But if you tell anyone I had a crying jag in your arms I’m going to find out how black market organ sales work.”

I salute her. “Gotcha.”

I wait until she disappears before collapsing on the sofa. My dick is excited the object of his desire will be living across the hallway from us. I frown down at it.

No leading me into temptation. Did you forget what happened the last time?

My dick doesn’t care how Aurora’s pregnant. It wants what it wants. Join the line.

Chapter 15

Eggs – the perfect way to ruin an awkward morning

Aurora

I stretch as I slowly wake up. I haven’t slept as well as I did last night since—

I cut those thoughts off. I will not be spending my time reminiscing how it feels to have Jett in my bed. Jett naked in my bed. Jett above me. Thrusting into me.

Good job cutting those thoughts off, Aurora. A plus for effort.

Fine, I won’t think about how Jett is as a lover. I’ll think about how sweet he was last night. How he held me while I cried. How he listened to my sad story but didn’t pity me.

Ugh! I slam my fist into the mattress. I’m falling for Jett again.

I’m such an idiot. The man gives me five minutes of attention and boom! I fall for him.

My phone rings. Great. It’s Mike’s ringtone. Welp. There’s one surefire way to get my attention off Jett for a while.

“What do you need?” I ask as I answer the phone. There’s no sense in bothering with pleasantries with Mike. He doesn’t understand them.

“Where are you?”

Sleeping across the hall from Jett. I nearly giggle at how his head would explode if I said those words.

“Why are you asking? I’m not picking up your dry cleaning again. We discussed this.”

He never listens when I speak but I still try.

“I told you to check out of the hotel in Winter Falls.”

Oh no, he didn’t.

“You told me you wouldn’t pay for the hotel room. Whether I check out or not is my decision.” The asshole is unspoken but clear to hear.

“Ah ha! You are in Winter Falls.”