Page 57 of Twist of Fate
My grin widens. “Liar.”
“I really don’t need any help. I can take care of myself,” she assures me.
“I know you can, but tonight, you can let me help you—considering you so rudely interrupted my evening. Plus, I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re over there, possibly dying in a pool of your own vomit.”
She grimaces. “Gross.”
“Exactly. Now, come on, let’s go to bed.” The thrill I get saying that is far too big, and as I pull her toward my en suite, I have to remind myself this isn’t real.
This doesn’t mean anything.
And I can’t think that it does.
A few minutes later, after we argued about sleep arrangements and she finally relented, caving to my demand to sleep next to me (fully clothed, of course), so I can check on her throughout the night, I can’t shake the feeling that something is clicking into place.
Like the missing puzzle piece in my life has been found.
It’s everything else that doesn’t seem to fit right.
FIFTEEN
Finn
PRESENT
As I wake up, I feel several things all at once.
I feel warm, relaxed, and well-rested. I can’t remember the last time I woke up without feeling like I tossed and turned for hours.
I’m also horny. My cock is painfully hard and wedged between…
My eyes fly open, and I blink several times, trying to adjust to the light, but all I see is Aisling. Our attempt to stay on opposite sides of the bed clearly hasn’t worked because right now, we’re practically spooning. I have one arm around her waist. My hand is dangerously close to the waistband of her yoga pants, and now that I know it’s there, all I can think about is how easy it would be to slip underneath and sink my fingers inside.
My cock twitches in approval.
Now that I’m awake, I know that I should shift and move away from her. Cuddling while asleep is one thing. Continuing to do so when you’re conscious is another.
But, Christ, this feels good.
Her body fits against mine like it was meant to—like we were made for each other. I knew this then, and feeling her body against mine now only confirms it. My eyes squeeze shut as I try to savor this feeling. I feel my fingers grip her shirt before I slowly drag my hand over her hip, willing myself to let go.
I hear a soft gasp. I freeze.
Is she awake?
It shouldn’t matter. I should just roll over and get up like I planned. But I feel pinned in place, stuck in this single moment, and nothing else exists outside this room.
I slide my hand under her shirt, letting my fingers skim the edge of her bra. If I’ve somehow horribly misread this situation and she isn’t awake, I don’t want to be that guy who fondles the girl while she’s sleeping.
But, if she is…
I feel her heartbeat quicken and her breath catch beneath my hand resting on her chest. A moment passes, then another. She rolls her hips.
Fuck, yes.
I know this is a bad idea. I know I should stop, but I can’t bring myself to make good decisions right now. Not when Aisling is in my bed, with her body pressed against me like this.
I’ve wanted this too damn long, and if she thinks we’re going to keep this charade up of pretending to be asleep, she’s got another thing coming. If this moment is all I ever get of her, then I’m making it count.
