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“No one forced you to come in.” I lift a brow, seeing her cheeks heat ever so slightly.
She grabs the creamer from the counter, her features hardening. “So, what time do we have to leave tomorrow?”
I smirk at how desperate she is to change the subject. Even though she’s the one that brought it back up, to begin with. “It’s an early event. We will need to leave here around 7:30.”
“Okay. Sounds good.” She takes a sip of her coffee then glares at me. I swear she doesn’t know how to look my direction comfortably. “You’re not going to like…tell me what to wear, are you?”
“You seem to know your way around a closet just fine.” She nods but looks almost…confused? “Do youwantme to tell you what to wear?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“How about this? If you’re not sure about what to wear andwantmy opinion on what you pick for the events, you’re more than welcome to ask.”
“Ask you if you like my outfits? Yeah, okay,” she scoffs.
“Spoiler alert, Trouble. I’m always pleased with how you look. Whether it’s in that plaid mini skirt, that should be illegal for you to wear in the office, or this thin T-shirt with wet spots from your hair dripping on it. You have my stamp of approval.” I tap one of the wet spots on her shirt and her cheeks heat again. She tries hiding behind her mug, taking a small sip before looking around the room.
“Umm. I think I’m going to head to bed. It’s been a long day.” She slides off the barstool and looks from the bedroom door back at me. Her mouth pops open then she closes it again, deciding against whatever she was going to say.
“Night, Fitz.”
“Goodnight, Trouble. Sweet dreams.”
CHAPTER 30
LAUREN
Will I never learn that I cannot drink coffee before bed? Because it’s nearing two in the morning and I can’t stop tossing and turning. The bed is cold, something I normally love, but tonight it’s chilling me down to my bones and I have no idea where any extra blankets are in Fitz’s house. My feet feel like ice and I left my fuzzy socks at home, so in a nutshell. I’m miserable. I’ve talked myself out of going out to the living room to ask Fitz for more blankets atleastten times. I already took the man’s bed, the last thing I want to do is seem ungrateful, or like I needmorefrom him. I turn once more, trying to tuck myself in like a burrito to keep myself warm, but when an even colder part of the sheet hits my legs, I can’t fight it anymore. I shoot out of the bed and quietly open the bedroom door. I’m not sure why I’m worried about being quiet since I’m going to have to wake him up anyways to ask him where a mother freaking blanket might be hiding in this place. When I round the corner and the couch comes into view, I see Fitz sitting straight up on the couch, rubbing his eyes.
“You’re still awake?” I ask in surprise.
“Uh, yeah. This couch is nice, but was clearly not made to be slept on.” He laughs, then his brows pull together. “Are you okay?” I’m not sure why that question seems to have such an impact on me. Maybe it’s the genuine concern in his tone when he asks.
“Oh, yeah. Uh… I’m just a little cold. Do you have any extra blankets hiding somewhere?” I fold my arms over my chest, remembering I’m not wearing a bra. Add how cold I am and my nipples are practically high beams against my thin T-shirt.
“Oh, I actually don’t.” My expression morphs into disbelief.
“You don’townblankets other than your bed cover?” He chuckles and it seeps into my brain causing a wave of calmness to wash over me.
“I know. I’m a Neanderthal. I get insanely hot when I sleep so I’ve never had a need for them.” He stands from the couch and begins walking in my direction. I almost forgot how hot he looks in his Berkeley T-shirt andgrayfucking sweatpants. Walking around looking like every girl’s wet dream. “Come on.” He bends down and before I know it, I’m thrown over his shoulder.
“Fitz!” I squeal. “What are you doing?” I feel the dip of the bed seconds before he’s laying me on my back, hovering inches above my face.
“Taking you to bed.” I mindlessly lick my lips, watching his eyes follow the movement. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help my girl get a good night’s sleep?” My clit throbs and I bite my tongue to distract myself from the ache between my legs.
Fake, Lauren. Fake girlfriend.
“Fitz, we can’t—” My words die on my lips when he kisses my nose.
“We could.” He dips down closer to my ear. “And wehave.” Then he leans back, letting his knuckle brush against my nipple,though he doesn’t acknowledge it as he stands up, strips off his sweats, and T-shirt, and climbs back in bed.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
“But tonight, I only meant that I’m going to keep you warm.” I finally take a full breath, though I can’t identify the feeling in my chest when he moves away.
“You can do that with your clothes on!” I argue, trying not to stare at his abs and the way his forearms flex as he moves.
“Body heat works best without them.”
