Page 43 of Fight Or Flight

“What? Why would we do that?”

“Because it’s not fair.”

Not this again.

“Brooklyn…” My voice trails as she turns back to the bed. I watch as she pulls down the covers and then she completely blows my mind when she climbs in. “What are you doing?” I ask, but my voice sounds more like a shriek.

This girl is going to kill me.

“I’m sleeping on the pull-out tonight, Eric,” she scolds. “You have gone out of your way to make me feel comfortable. You’ve even hung out with my mom when I’m sure there’s like a hundred other things you could’ve been doing. You have been great, and I don’t know how to repay you for any of it. I don’t know how to repay anyone.”

I haven’t gone out of my way to do anything. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done because I wanted to. Sure, in the beginning, a lot of my actions might have been fueled by guilt, but that’s faded. I don’t look at her and automatically see Bones’ daughter anymore. I don’t think of ways I can make it right that I took her dad from her. I don’t think of him at all, and maybe I’m wrong for that. Maybe I’m doing him an injustice, but I don’t care. I look at her and I see the one girl I want.

Swallowing, I walk to the other side of the bed. I peel back the covers and stare into her eyes. Confusion mars her face as her brows pinch together.

“Then I guess we’re both sleeping on the pull-out.”

Not giving her a chance to protest, I climb in next to her. I’m fully aware I’m securing my spot in Hell, but whatever… I’m a fan of the hot weather. I settle in, fixing the pillow behind my head and reach for the remote.

When she makes no attempt to move, I turn to her.

“You’re not leaving?”

“Nope,” she says, rolling on her side. “I hope you don’t mind a little snoring.”

My gaze drops to her lips.

“Bring it on,” I murmur.

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