Page 64 of A Chance for Us
“I would’ve needed you naked on the bed so badly that I wouldn’t have cared that the dress was on the floor in pieces.”
Maren’s breath jumps as she turns, facing the mirror. “I’m sorry that this isn’t your real wedding night.”
“Me too.”
She smiles a little as I undo the last button. “Thanks.”
You are so not welcome.
“Of course,” I say with an easy smile even though nothing feels easy inside me.
She steps back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and I get changed before falling into the chair that I’ll be sleeping on.
How the hell did I get myself into this?
After what feels like an hour, Maren emerges, wearing my shorts, which are folded about four times and look like she knotted them or something. My shirt is huge on her, and while it should be completely unattractive, it’s not. She’s in my clothes. Naked under them.
“Thanks for letting me borrow this tonight.” Her eyes dart to the floor. “It’s a bit big, but it’s better than the nightie.”
“Yes, better than that,” I agree.
I would’ve died.
I still might.
She walks to the bed and slides under the covers while I shift on the chair. Maren lets out a giggle.
“What?”
“You look ridiculous.”
“Thanks. Women often tell me that.”
“I’m sure they don’t.”
I move again, sitting up a little because my ass keeps sliding down. This chair was not made for sleeping.
“You should know this now,” I tell her. “You fake married a total loser when it comes to love.”
Maren starts to braid her hair as she shrugs. “Can’t be any worse than your fake wife, who got stood up before she made it to the altar and then literally begged you to pretend to marry her only to have you turn her down. Top that.”
“I have one failed engagement and then onealmostengagement where I didn’t even get the ring on the second time. You . . .” I suck in a breath through my teeth. “You’re behind the curve, my friend.”
“Two? Wow. You really are a loser.”
“See, you’re welcome.”
Maren shakes her head. “Come over here, Oliver. You can’t sleep in that thing, and we are both adults. I’m sure we’ll be fine in the bed.”
I’m sure I will not, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to get any sleep in this chair. Plus, I don’t really want to look pathetic by refusing her.
“Fine, but you have to promise not to take advantage of me,” I say with a brow raised.
Maren smirks, tying off her braid. “I vow not to take your innocence this night.”
I toss the pillow at her, causing her to squeak, and then climb in.
We end up sitting side-by-side against the headboard, awkward and unsure of what to do next.
