Shit. I needed to get a hold of myself and right the fuck now.
“I’m… distracted.”
“Puzzle got you down?” she teased, a small smile playing at her full lips.
That I was not going to taste.
Nope.
No.
No.
“Very funny,” I deadpanned.
“Wait? Is it me?” She twirled a long purple lock around her finger. Hair that I knew was soft as hell.
“You?” Had my voice cracked? “What? Of course not. I just need to take my nap,” I muttered.
She laughed.
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“You sounded as grouchy as a toddler and then said you need a nap.”
Her eyes twinkled.
Fuck. Me.
“Not a grouchy toddler.” At least I didn’t follow that up by crossing my arms over my chest or stomping my feet for good measure.
She snickered. “Are you pouting now?”
“Don’t you have some drawings or something to get back to?”
She shrugged. “Yup. But this is more fun. Want some warm milk before your nap?”
I moved toward her, releasing a rumble of frustration. She looked like she was trying hard not to laugh.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. I know it’s part of your routine, so I’ll let you get to it. We need you in top form tonight so we can beat Minnesota, right?”
I would not enjoy how invested she was in my season.
“Maybe you need something with lavender to help. Ooh, they make the cutest stuffed animals that are scented. I think they’re called warmies. Should I get you one to snuggle during naptime?”
“You are so annoying,” I muttered, but she just grinned back and stepped out of my way so I could walk into my bedroom.
“Have a good nap, Micah,” she called out.
I shut the door, pressed my back against it, and took in a deep breath, trying to re-center myself. Stripping down to my boxers, I padded across the room and slid under the covers.
And Josie’s scent surrounded me. I rolled my head to the side, breathing her in, and my dick hardened.
Son of a bitch. I was one hundred percent getting laid on our next road trip.
***
Twenty-five minutes later, staring at the ceiling and tossing and turning was getting me nowhere. I needed my fucking nap.