Page 16 of A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving

“I’ll let you take a shower. Let me know if you need anything else.”

I nod, and he backs out of the bathroom, closing the door as he goes. I turn on the shower and try to ignore the way my body reacts as I use his body wash and shampoo. It’s no use, though, and as I pull on his clothes, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. My nipples are hard, poking against the thin material of his shirt. I fold my arms over my chest to try to hide them as I step back into the bedroom.

Nolan smiles as he stands and heads into the bathroom, and I try not to think about him naked and wet on the other side of the door. My core clenches and I start to grow wet as I listen to the shower running.

I press my thighs together to try to ease the ache as the water turns off. I try to act normally as the door opens and Nolan steps out, dressed in a pair of pajama pants just like mine, only his are a few inches too short.

I giggle, and he glares at me.

“Not a word.”

“What? I think it’s cute.”

He tugs the pants down a bit, exposing an inch of his stomach, and my smile drops as I stare at that stretch of skin.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he tells me.

“Knock, knock!” His mom says, poking her head around the door. “I brought some toothbrushes and toothpaste for you two.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Wright.”

“Of course. Do you two need anything else?”

“No, we’re good.”

“Okay, see you in the morning!”

“Night!” I call as she heads out, closing the door behind her as she goes.

Nolan passes me a toothbrush, and we head into the small bathroom. It’s cramped as we stand shoulder-to-shoulder at the sink and brush our teeth. My eyes stray to him in the mirror andwe both smile at each other, white toothbrush bubbles around our lips.

I spit and rinse my mouth out and then he does the same. He hits the light and we file back into the bedroom.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor,” I tell him, and he turns to me.

“I don’t mind.”

“It won’t be comfortable,” I point out, and he shrugs.

“I want you to be comfortable.”

“I’ll be fine sharing with you.”

He nods slowly, and I climb onto the bed. He hits the lights, and a moment later, the bed dips as he climbs in next to me.

“Good night,” I whisper.

“Night, Saffron. Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving.”

I close my eyes, trying to slow my racing heart as we lie in the dark next to each other. I can feel his heat, can hear his breathing next to me. I’m hyper-aware of him next to me in the dark.

I shift, trying to get comfortable, but it doesn’t work. Not when my body brushes against him, setting my whole body on fire.

“Saffron,” he murmurs, and I can’t take it anymore.

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