Page 5 of Hooked On Seth

“Seth, just crawl in bed, I’m not going to bite. I’d probably throw up on you before I ever broke skin.”

“I’ll sleep on the top of the sheet that way I don’t accidentally touch you.”

“Since when is it bad to touch me? We’ve fallen asleep on the couch hundreds of times. Just get in under all the covers.”

He hesitated, not sure it was a good idea. He wasn’t really worried about how she would react, she was sick after all. He was worried about doing something dumb on his part but he also didn’t want her to keep nagging him so he’d just leave his jeans on and crawl in bed. Wouldn’t take him long to fall asleep so they wouldn’t have any worries.

“Seriously?”

“What?” Seth was holding the covers and halfway into the bed when she questioned him.

“Since when do you sleep in jeans? Is something wrong?”

“No, everything is fine, I just forgot I had them on. Guess I’m getting tired”

Seth shimmied off his blue jeans, so he was only in his boxers and jumped into Jenna’s bed, covering himself up to his neck. What he didn’t expect was for Jenna to turn toward him to snuggle into his side and push her arm under the covers and across his chest.

For real, he’d slept with a lot of different women in his twenty some years but never been a fan of the cuddling. He didn’t even let any of his actual girlfriends get that close. After sex he always just fell asleep. Of course that’s probably why they didn’t stay girlfriends for long. Right now, though, he had no desire to move Jenna from his side. It was like a whole new level of comfort.

Once he heard her breathing level off and soft snores squeaked out of her clogged nose, he turned onto his side so they were nose to nose, careful not to dislodge her arm from around him. He liked it there. He wasn’t sure what that meant for their friendship but for now he’d just enjoy it.

Chapter Three

Jenna woke sometime in the early morning hours as the sun was coming up. She still had a headache but her nose seemed a little bit clearer. There was still the smell of menthol in the air and she assumed it was the vaporizer sitting on the window sill. She started to lean back onto her pillow to stretch but hit something hard. Afraid to know what might be there, she slowly stretched out her hand under the covers and found skin.

What the hell?

She rolled over in the opposite direction from the object in her bed so she could see what she’d gotten herself into. Brown hair met her eyes and as she carefully pulled up the comforter, she revealed a man’s body in her bed, a naked body. However, the military tattoo on his bicep gave away his identity.

The question she had now though, was why her best friend was laying naked in her bed? She remembered telling him to crawl under the covers but he had boxers on when he did that. Jenna knew she’d taken the medicine he’d forced on her, but it usually didn’t knock her out completely. Was she really that sick?

She sat up in her bed, running her fingers through her hair which was a disaster. She reached for the hair tie on her night stand and manipulated her nasty hair into a messy bun on top of her head. If she crawled out of bed very carefully, she might not wake him. She couldn’t shake the feeling she had though. If he was naked, does that mean they slept together. Okay yes, they did technically sleep together but she was worried about the actual deed. She was an idiot, she couldn’t even say it. Jenna moved the covers away from herself to make sure she was dressed. The t-shirt was her standard bed attire but she didn’t have any underwear on which was unusual as well.

“Oh shit.”

“Everything okay?”

Damn it, she hadn’t meant to wake him and hadn’t even felt him move. The man was stealthy.

“Yep all good. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Oh it’s okay, I was trying to keep myself half-awake just in case you got worse. I felt you moving around though. Are you breathing better?”

This was her best friend talking to her but suddenly she was afraid to look him in the eye. She’d never once since the day they met been worried what he thought of her but what if they did it and she wasn’t any good? She wouldn’t want him to stay out of obligation.

“Jenna, look at me.”

She didn’t want to look at him but she knew he wouldn’t go away and the longer she avoided him, the more he would hound her. It’s just the way he was, she knew that. She also knew she couldn’t avoid him or the situation she was in.

Finally she turned her body to face the man now resting against her wooden headboard. Thank god, the comforter was covering at least his lower half. She really did have to give him credit because the upper half was impressive. It made her allkinds of nervous. She could feel her face heating and it had nothing to do with having a fever. Truthfully, she felt a little better than yesterday. She kind of liked the fact there was someone there to take care of her. She’d never wanted that before and wasn’t quite sure why she felt differently now.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“A lot of congestion.”

“You know that’s not what I mean. Come on, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about Seth.”

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