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“Just to sleep?”
“Mhmm.”
“Okay.” He tucks my hair behind my ear, and I continue my forgotten task of unbuttoning his shirt. When it’s out of the way, his body sparks that longing in me, but more so, I just want to be in his arms.
I give him a light kiss and slip into the bathroom to change into a T-shirt. When I return, Preston is in my bed with his hands linked behind his head. He smiles when he takes in the sight of me. “Hey, you.”
“Hey.” I tie my hair up with the green scrunchie. “Bet this isn’t how you were hoping to get me into bed.” I get under the covers and turn off the lamp on my nightstand.
Warm arms wrap around me and pull my back to him. “It’s perfect.” He kisses my neck, and I sigh.
“Careful there, or you’ll switch the mood again.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“No, but I like this one for tonight.”
“Okay. Good night, Mira.”
“Good night.”
This is a perfect way to prove to him I wasn’t just being horny. It proves it to me, too. Even if that explanation would be a lot easier to live with. Still, I know he is not someone I can have a fling with. Slowing things down and being careful is the right thing to do. It also gives me time to consider the fact that he cares about me a lot, and I don’t know if I can be trusted with that.
Chapter Twenty
Myphoneismyreal enemies-to-lovers romance. It’s supposed to be on do-not-disturb. Why is it ringing?
This time, when I grab it, I glance at it to make sure I know who I’m talking to. Not that it could be Preston.
“I will remove you from my favorites if you make it a habit to call me too early,” I say.
“Is it early?” James asks. “Shit, I forgot about time zones. Anyway, I’m just so happy you’re alive! I couldn’t find my ‘gay and tired’ mug, so I thought you were haunting me.”
“James, you left that at my apartment ages ago.”
“Why is he calling you in the middle of the night?” Preston grumbles beside me.
James gasps into the phone.
“Now you did it.” I shove Preston with my shoulder.
“You are in bed with Preston Greene.”
“Yes, but we didn’t—”
“Is there only one bed?” James’ excitement is too much for the hour.
“There are two beds, but—”
“The other one is filthy from all the hate-sex?”
“No, we—”
“Oh, you’re sleeping in the filth from the hate-sex.” James called me only not to let me speak.
“I’m hanging up if you interrupt again.”
“You’re hanging up anyway.” Preston grabs for my phone, but I pull it away.
