Page 61 of The Break Out

“Yeah, okay, let’s go to bed.” His tone makes it sound like he doesn’t believe me.

I don’t really believe me either.

Of course, I was so sure I wouldn’t end up coming over here that I didn’t bring a change of clothes. Colton must notice my dilemma because as soon as we step into his room, he’s grabbing clothes from his closet and tossing them onto the bed.

“Those are for you, Princess. Unless you’d rather sleep naked, which I would not be against.”

I snatch the clothes and lock myself into the bathroom to change. His t-shirt falling to my mid-thigh, which feels nice considering I’m pretty tall for a woman, it’s rare for me. I forgo putting on the boxers he offered since the shirt is long enough to cover my underwear.

Colton is already on his bed, reclined with an arm stretchedbehind his head showing off his muscular bicep. He’s shirtless so I see all the toned muscles on him along with all the tattoos. I clench my thighs together at the sight but will my traitorous vagina to calm herself because she’s not getting touched by this man tonight.

“I don’t want these,” I say, throwing his boxers at his face.

He pulls them off revealing his smile. “Oh, my dick can be inside you, but wearing my underwear is too much for you?”

I grumble, climbing into his bed, remembering that the stupid thing is softer than a magical cloud. Making sure to stay as close to the edge as possible so there’s no way I could accidentally touch him.

Or accidentally find myself falling on his dick in my sleep.

Basically, I don’t trust myself. And I know he won’t tell me no or push me away. Colton may be a jerk, but he would never actually force me to do something I don’t want to. He may be pushy, but at the end of the day I’ve wanted everything we’ve done. However, he will jump at the chance any time I give him the green light.

“Night,” I mumble, pulling the blankets up to my neck and face away from him.

He just laughs at me. “I’m not tired.”

“I am. Night.”

“Want to watch a movie?”

I’m slightly taken aback from his offer. I was sure he wasgoing to offer something involving our clothes coming all the way off, not that. Looking over my shoulder at him skeptically.

“What kind of movie?” I ask because I’m particular when it comes to what I watch, listen to, and read. I’m easily bored, and it needs to catch and hold my attention.

He presses a button on a remote that has a piece of the wall opening to reveal a large TV. I roll my eyes at how fancy it is but decide against getting into a verbal sparring match with him for now. Instead, I sit up, letting the blanket fall onto my lap as Colton starts scrolling through movie options.

I pointed out a new romantic comedy that came out that I was actually interested in. “That one,” I tell him.

“Good choice.” He clicks on it, and I look over to see if he’s joking, but it doesn’t seem like it. “Want any popcorn or anything?”

I shake my head as I lean back against the headboard and pat my stomach. “No way, I’m still stuffed from all the Thanksgiving food.”

He does the same, running his hand along his stupidly sculpted abs. “Yeah, me too, I’ll have to go extra hard in the gym tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Oh whatever,” I mumble, sinking down slightly, folding my arms across my chest and focusing on the screen where the movie is starting to play.

“Come over here, Princess.” Colton gestures in his direction.

I shake my head. “No way, this isn’t going to turn into Netflix and chill. I’m going to stay comfortably on my side.”

“This isn’t Netflix, so I didn’t think that at all. I just wanted to lay with you.” He almost sounds sincere.

I try to read his expression, but he always looks like he’s up to something and yet I give in anyway. Because I’m a pathetic excuse for a woman.

Okay, that’s not true, but part of me is touch deprived, which has been the case my whole life, and sometimes it’s nice to be pressed against a large warm body. That’s it, it doesn’t matter who that body is attached to in this case.

Which is why I scoot over an inch, but it’s not enough for him, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me so I’m flush against him. His giant arm wraps around my shoulders as he sinks us down slightly. Eventually, I feel myself relaxing against him and it feels…good.

Too good because I don’t even notice as my eyelids start to get heavy, and I end up drifting off before the movie is even over.

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