Page 126 of Dark Love

Like the coward I am, I rush off to hide in the kitchen for as long as humanly possible.

Vex’s chuckles follow me out the door and down the stairs.

There is nothing wrong with being a coward.

Nothing at all.

What is Vex going to wear to bed? Before he wore his street clothes. Will he do that again? That seems awfully uncomfortable.

Vex probably brought pajamas.

A man like Vex wears pajamas?

That doesn’t sound right. In all the books and movies, men like Vex sleep in their underwear or…

Nope. Nope. Nopety. Nope.

Vex brought pajamas. Very modest pajamas. Pajamas that cover every inch of his muscled skin.

Boring pajamas.

Stop thinking about Vex in his pajamas.

Go make hot fudge.

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As I set the last cherry on top of a dollop of freshly whipped cream, all my excuses for avoiding bed disappear. There’s no more procrastinating.

It’s time to face my fears…a sexy man in my bedroom shouldn’t be this scary.

What would Mom do?

Put on a negligée and schedule the reception at the clubhouse.

There has tobe someone else I could emulate… Diane would probably strip off her clothes…

Nope. That’s a bad idea.

Savie... She would brazen it out and pretend like she slept with a different man every day but Sunday and this was no big deal.

I’m brave. I’m sassy… sort of.

But being brazen isn’t one of my strong points.

Why didn’t I buy a house with ten floors?

Because you’d never make it up to the bedroom.

Which would come in handy right about now.

It would also thwart all the sleep I will get tonight.

There really should be a company where you can just rent a man to hug…

Vex steps out of the bathroom as I reach the bedroom landing.

Every thought slips out of my mind except… muscles… how does he have so many muscles? They’re stacked on top of each other… so pretty. Muscles shouldn’t be pretty. They’re hard and scary. Vex is scary… to everyone else.

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