Page 103 of Worst Nanny Ever
“Did your pillow barrier help your self-control?” I whisper, turning toward the very short wall.
“No.” His tone is morose. “I don’t think anything would at this point. I know what it feels like to kiss you. To be inside you. I can’t forget that, and I don’t want to.”
“Yeah, it would have been much better if you’d tasted like onions. Next time you kiss someone you’re not supposed to, eat a blooming onion first.”
“I don’t want to kiss anyone else.”
There’s no hesitation, no doubt, in his voice.
I tell myself that’s only because he’s drunk. But I’m pleased anyway. I want him to want me, because despite everything, I want him. I want him in a deep, desperate way, and attraction is only part of it.
I peek over the pillow barrier and prepare to ask him what’s probably an unfair question, because I suspect he’d never do this sober. “Travis?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you sing me to sleep?”
“You want me to sing to you?”
“I’ve never heard your voice.”
An inscrutable look crosses his face, and then he starts softly singing. The song is unfamiliar to me, but his voice wraps around me in an embrace as sensual as the black silken sheets.
“What song is that?” I ask after a minute.
“I wrote it about you.”
I reach across the pillow divide, my heart gushy and soft in away that scares me, and he clasps my hand in his big, callused fingers.
“You scare me,” I admit.
“You terrify me.”
“Will you finish the song?”
I fall asleep to the sound of his voice, my hand nestled in his as if I’m something precious.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TRAVIS
“Travis? Travis?”
A tiny finger pokes my chest.
“Travis?”
I open my eyes, regret it, close them, regret that too, and sigh.
“Yes, Ollie?”
“Why is Hannah in bed with you? Does Hannah live here now?”
My heart starts racing.
I sit up, my head protesting loudly, my back still sore and radiating pain, and for a second all I can do is stare at Hannah. She’s stretched out on the other side of a pillow barrier I don’t remember making, her bright hair a gorgeous pop of color against the black sheets.
Did she make that pillow barrier because I came on to her while I was drunk? Normally, I have a higher level of self-control than that, even when I’ve had one too many. Then again, I’ve never had much control around Hannah.
