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“Yeah? When?” Surprise is evident in his voice.
“The night she went to the bar. She told me about it tonight. We had a nice talk over dinner.”
“And now she’s cockblocking you by making you sleep on the couch?”
“No. This is better, anyway. I want to take things slow with her. I don’t want to fuck this up when I have a chance to make things right. I just don’t know what we’re going to do. Her family and career are here, and mine is back home. I couldn’t ask her to move her life just for me. I think I need to spend the week getting to know her.”
“A week?” Holden yells into the phone. I pull it away from my ear to avoid my eardrum rupturing.
“Yeah. You, Mom, and Dad can hold everything down. We have a light group this week. Please, Holden. I need to find out if this thing between us could work. I need to know I tried. I don’t want to regret it for the rest of my life.”
He laughs. “Man, she’s got you whipped already, and you haven’t even been there for twenty-four hours.”
“I’m not whipped, but I’m falling hard for her again.”
Chapter 11
Lana
I’ve been tossing and turning for the better part of an hour. Iwastired when I left Tristan in my living room. As soon as I closed my bedroom door, I became very aware of him in my apartment. I want nothing more than to feel his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me, caressing me. If I’m being honest with myself, it’s been too long since I’ve gotten off, and knowing Tristan would be willing and is in the other room has my body wired.
I finally kick the covers off me and lie on my back, staring at the ceiling. I listen to the cars below me and the T, off in the distance. The rattling cars took some getting used to. I huff and get up, quietly opening my door. The living room is dark, so I tip-toe down the hall as to not wake him.
“Lana, what are you doing?” he asks.
Even in the dim light of the living room, I can make out his perfect body. He’s lying on top of the blanket, his arm under his head and one leg bent at the knee.
“I was having a hard time sleeping and thought I’d check on you.”
“Yeah, I can’t sleep either. There’s a lot of noise out here. How’d you get used to it?”
I shrug, and I know he can see me. The moonlight is casting a soft hue over my body. “Had to, I suppose. It is a bit quieter in my room. If you want, you can sleep in there—with me.”Oh God, I can’t believe I just offered him my bed.Wasn’t the reason I banished him to the couch because I didn’t think I’d be able to handle being in bed with him without us having sex?
He sits up and smirks. “Only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to feel you have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Yeah, I think we will both sleep better that way. You know, as far as comfort goes. I have a long day of work tomorrow, too,” I try to rationalize. Who am I kidding, though? I want to push him down onto the bed and sink down on him, taking everything he will give me.
He stands in front of me, wearing nothing but dark boxer briefs. I can see out the bulge in the front, and I clench my thighs, hoping to ward off my impending need. I slowly raise my eyes, taking in every curve and crevice of his chiseled body. Even in the soft light of the room, I can make out the lines of his abs.
Seriously, how does one get that jacked?There’s no way it’s from working the ranch alone. He clasps his hands in front of him, hiding himself, and smirks when I lick my lips.
“You sure sharing a bed is going to be for the best?”
I nod slowly and close my eyes to rid the dirty thoughts from my mind. “Yes, hopefully, we can both get some sleep.”
He follows me down the hall, and I climb back into my side as he climbs into the other, pulling the blankets up to his waist. I have a full-sized bed, and with the width of his shoulders, I feel like we’re right on top of one another. I turn, giving him my back, and snuggle down, trying to get comfortable.
“Night, Tristan.”
“Goodnight, Lana,” he whispers.
* * *
Talk about vivid dreams. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up to an orgasm with the way my mind was running rampant. When I finally pull myself from my amazingly delicious dreams, Tristan has his arm draped over my waist, my butt snug against his hard length. His breathing is deep and even, so I don’t want to wake him, but I need to get out of his grasp before I do something I regret.Although, I might not if it plays out the way it did in my mind.
I wiggle my way out from under his arm, finish my morning business, and head into the kitchen to make coffee. I normally don’t eat a lot of breakfast, but I can’t leave him to fend for himself. I pull a carton of eggs out, some bread, butter, and bacon. It’s a good thing I was craving bacon when I passed by it in the grocery store yesterday.
I turn on the coffee maker and make a cup as the bacon sizzles in the pan. I hear the sink in the bathroom running and know he’s awake. I check myself quickly in my phone’s reflection before he rounds the corner into view. He has his jeans on but has left them unbuttoned, and his shirt is still absent.
