Page 40 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
“That’d be great.” She walks over to the couch and sits down, making quick work of her shoes…some sort of strappy sandal, just like the ones she was wearing the first day I met her. Yeah, I remember that shit. I remember everything about that day.
I grab a pair of boxers and the biggest t-shirt I have out of a drawer, hoping like hell it covers most of her. If I have to peek at skin like I did that night at her apartment when we watchedHalloween, I might not make it. My will power was pretty much shot the moment she’d said “panties.”
“Here you go,” I say, handing her the clothes.
“Thanks,” she says, taking them from me. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”
“Under the sink,” I tell her, and she thanks me before heading to the bathroom.
I watch her walk away and then grab a pair of sleep shorts and another pair of clean boxers out of the dresser. When she’s finished in the bathroom, I go in to change and brush my teeth. When I come out, she’s sitting on the couch, twisting her hands and looking nervous.
“What’s the matter?”
She jumps at the sound of my voice and laughs awkwardly. “It’s nothing.”
I sit down next to her and take her hand. “It’s something…what?”
She takes a deep breath. “This is going to sound totally stupid,” she mumbles. “I’ve never spent the night with a guy before.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Really?” I know she’s not a virgin, she’d told me that in one of our late night conversations, so it surprises me that not one of the guys she slept with actually slept with her.
“Dorms, roommates…” she says with a shrug, as if that explains it all. I guess it does. She hasn’t exactly had a lot of freedom.
“Well, this will be a first for both of us then. I haven’t had a sleepover either,” I say with a smile, playfully bumping her shoulder with mine. She gives me a genuine smile then, and I stand up, reaching my hand out to her. She places her small hand in mine, and I tug her up to her feet. “Come on, you sleep on the inside.”
She climbs across the bed, and I try not to look at her ass. Itry, but I fail.
“Hey! Eyes up here,” she says. I look up and she watching me over her shoulder, a knowing smirk on her face. Damn, she’s sexy.
“Sorry,” I grin. I’m not sorry. Not at all.
“Right,” she says with a laugh, laying down and pulling the sheet over her body. I frown once my eye candy is concealed. “Come on, stud.”
“Stud?” I ask as I walk over to the switch and turn the light off.
“Yeah…you have to know you’re a stud.”
“I don’t know,” I say, settling in beside her. We’re each laying on our sides facing one another. “Tell me more.”
She laughs and shoves me. “You’re so bad.”
“And you love it,” I say, grabbing her hands before she pulls them away.
Her eyes meet mine, and in the dark, I can just barely see their twinkle. “I do…I do love it.”
