Page 54 of My Totally Unfair Deal

“Harrison…” I grab his hands and squeeze them. “I think you’re sleepwalking. Please try to listen to me.”

He doesn’t.

Instead, he drops my hands and steps back.

“Do you know how much you’ve fucked me up?” He glares at me. “Do you even care?”

“I do care…” I pull out my phone to call 9-1-1, but my fingers are too wet and they slide across the screen. “I really do care…”

“Care about what, Eliza?” His expression slowly softens, and he furrows his brow. “What are you talking about?”

His eyes are normal now, and he looks just as confused as I feel.

I stare at him, unsure of what to say.

Rounds of thunder roar above us, and my phone slips from my hands and onto the concrete.

“Here, I’ll get it.” He picks it up and looks at me. “Why are you out here in the rain?”

Not waiting for a response, he pulls me against his chest and walks me back inside. He leads me down the steps and to his bedroom. As if I was the reason we were outside, he presses a kiss against my forehead.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I don’t know…”

“Here.” He unties my wet robe and peels it off me, letting it clump on the floor. He eyes my naked body and picks up a towel, pressing it against my skin until I’m dry.

He grabs one of his T-shirts from a drawer and pulls it over my head.

He pulls off his sweats and changes into dry briefs, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“You were sleepwalking when I was in the kitchen,” I say. “I followed you outside because you were ranting about something and scaring me…”

“I haven’t had a sleepwalking episode in years.” He looks concerned. “What was I saying?”

“Something about waiting. Well, someone who couldn’t wait.”

“Oh.” He clenches his jaw. “That.”

“Is that why you owe my brother a favor?”

“No,” he says. “That’s… an entirely different thing.”

His tone makes it clear that it’s also off limits to discuss.

“Well, um…” I stand up. “You should probably tell Harold to make sure the roof is locked from here on out, just in case it happens again when I’m gone. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to bed.”

“There’s one here.” He pulls me back toward him. “It’s big enough for two.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea…”

“Well, lucky for you, the sexiest woman I’ve ever met once told me to remove the word ‘think’ from my vocabulary, so Iknowit’s a good idea.”

He pulls back the sheets and motions for me to get in.

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