Page 39 of Wasted Memories
Shit.
“Yes?”
“Why are you acting like I have the plague right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You won’t look at me and you’re literally about to fall off the bed.”
I glanced at the foot of space between us. I guess I was pushing it trying to give her room to be comfortable.
“Just trying to be respectful.”
“I was the one who asked you to sleep in bed with me. Please don’t act like you’d rather be doing literally anything else.”
I shifted over to close the space between us and turned on my side to face her. “I think we both know there is nothing I’d rather be doing.”
She closed her eyes for a moment as she spoke. “I know we’ve been over this but I feel like I’m being a bother staying here. You’re already being overly nice by letting me stay. I don’t want to uproot you any more by having you sleep on the floor, too.” She looked at me then. “I feel better having you up here.”
I knew she meant the sleeping arrangements and not actually having me in bed with her, but of course my cock had a mind of its own and took it the wrong way. I was glad I turned onto my side, otherwise the blankets forming a tent would have given it away.
I cleared my throat and didn’t reply. Instead, I silently willed my blood to stop rushing south.
“I take it you’re back to being Mr. Silent now?”
“Doesn’t part of this arrangement include sleeping?” I managed to mumble.
It definitely didn’t include erections.
The glow of the moon through the window cast a slight glow on her features. Her blue eyes pierced through the darkness and I wished she would close them or do literally anything to make me stop staring at her.
As if she read my thoughts, she flipped over so her back was facing me.
I shouldn’t have said that.
“Emerson.”
I was met with silence.
“Emerson, please flip over.”
“I thought we were sleeping.”
Women really took things to the grave, didn’t they?
I wrapped my arm around her torso and grabbed her waist, pulling her so she was laying on her back. I sat up on my elbow so I was looking down at her. “I didn’t mean it like that, Em. You’re not going to get any sleep talking with that pretty little mouth of yours and I know you have work in the morning.”
She glanced at my lips and fuck, if that didn’t make my dick throb.
“Then shut me up some other way,” she whispered.
Did she say that or was I imagining it? I had to be imagining it because she was crazy if she thought I would try anything with her so soon after she just broke up with her ex.
I leaned in closer and dared a glance at her perfectly puckered lips. Her warm breath brushed across my lips as I held my mouth too close to hers. I was playing with fire and had to be smart about this. I knew she wasn’t thinking straight, not after everything. If she couldn’t look out for herself right now, I guess I had to.
Her lips parted as her eyelids fluttered shut. I stayed there for a few seconds, feeling the rise of her breaths under my arm that was still draped across her stomach. As much as I wanted to keep teasing her, it was cruel. I had to stop.
But I didn’t want to.
