Page 52 of High Stakes and Soulmates
“How? I’m on my side of the bed. I’m being good. I’m on sheep two hundred and eleven.”
I sigh and close my eyes as I turn my back to him again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CYRUS
A noise outside the room wakes me and I slowly open my eyes before realizing that my head isfaaaaartoo close to Ezio’s. What’s even worse is that my leg is tossed over his and my arm has wandered over his chest like I plan to squeeze him to me like my life depends on it. Like what the fuck was I doing? I’m over here clinging to him like a koala attached to a tree and he’s still lying there like a fucking board! And didn’t this take some work with him above the covers? It’s as though I was prepared to ditch the covers just to mold myself to him.
I try to retract my limbs. Just…sloooooowlydraw them off his body before he can wake up and I’ll be forced to live with the atrocity of what I’ve done for the rest of my life. Ezio’s head snaps over and his eyes lock with mine. I freeze… which… why the fuck would I freeze? How does freezing mid grope help in this situation?
“I was good,” he whispers. “I was so good.”
“There was a fly,” I say. “I was reaching over… to shoo it off.”
“Four hours ago?”
For fuck’s sake, I’ve been over here groping the man forfour hours?
I retract my limbs and clear my throat. “I fell asleep mid-swat.”
“Ah. Of course. I hate when that happens. Did you get it? The fly?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“Uh… do you want to use the bathroom first or should I?”
“I went into a meditative state so I’m okay… wait… you mean to get dressed.”
“What the fuck do you think I meant?” I ask.
“I don’t know! You were like… consuming my body with your own. It was a very difficult situation!”
“Why didn’t you push me off?”
“You really think I’dpush offthe man of my dreams?” he asks. “How much resolve do you think I have? I mean… I’m good but not that good.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Fuck is right,” he says. “You seemed to sleep well, at least.”
“I take it you didn’t.”
“One doesn’t need sleep when they’re in paradise.”
“You are absolutely ridiculous,” I decide as I quickly get out of bed.
He just laughs while he rolls onto his side and hugs a pillow, and when I look over at him, I try not to find the look kind of cute. What the hell is wrong with me?
I take a deep breath and hurry into the bathroom to change. The only issue is that I did not knock on the door, which means that I come face to face with a very naked Yorick. And as I take it all in, I realize that I shouldn’t have been in such a rush to get away from Ezio.
“Fuck,” I cry.
“Oh, how titillating that you’d choose to just slip on in when I have no trousers on. Does Ezio know about this?” Yorick asks.
“I… didn’t… knock! I’m so sorry!”
