Page 72 of Attached At Heart
It was his final request before he sighed and his breathing evened out.
“I won’t,” I promised.
Leaving Blake was not something I ever imagined doing, and I longed to tell him just that.
Never, Blake.
He’d been the one who’d left me. Didn’t he remember that? When he’d moved across the country without me?
And then, I’d followed.
So, no, I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Sleep,” I encouraged. “I’ll stay.”
Blake fell silent, and I wondered if his subconscious had already dragged him back under.
I hoped it was nice to him.
But since there were no guarantees of that, I fought to stay awake for as long as possible, ready to pull him out of that oceanhe fought so hard against. I made it until a pinkish light filled the room before my eyes drifted shut, and I splashed down into my own dreams—ones that I hoped one day I’d understand.
The next time I woke, my senses rolled over me like fog on a dewy morning—nothing like how I’d jolted into awareness last night.
My heart thudded, growing from faint to steady. Light crept into my vision. I felt warm, a flush rising up my body. But then, at the same time…cold. A shiver abruptly ran down my spine.
I frowned at the sensation of air. Just air. There was nothing on me. Not a blanket.
Not even…a towel.
I gasped.
I was naked.
Naked.
Oh my God, I was naked.
My eyes flew open as the muskiness of man filled my surroundings. The smell of salt air and woody vanilla lingered. Chocolate-brown hair filled my vision. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the feeling of a hand on my bare back, muscular arms wrapped around me.Blake. Blake was clutching me to him. His deep breaths caused the rise and fall of his chest. His bare chest. His bare chest that brushed againstmybare chest.
Oh my God, I wasn’t just naked. I was naked in Blake’s arms. Squished together on a couch.
Before my brain could run with that information, snapshots of last night replayed across my vision. Blake’s nightmare, the way he screamed my name, how his lips had felt on my skin. And now, we were still intertwined.Moreintertwined. My fingers were buried in his hair at the base of his neck. Our legs twisted around each other. His ankles trapped mine. Our bodies flush.
Fuck.
I attempted to toggle my foot out between his, but he shifted at the movement.
Double fuck.
My heartbeat tripled, realizing that Blake was seconds from waking and finding me in his arms, unclothed. It was either wait and let that happen or make a break for it.
I chose the second one.
I yanked my foot free and began to roll toward the edge of the couch, only to be flattened back against his chest as his arm tightened around me.
“You said you wouldn’t leave,” he mumbled in a sleep-coated voice. “Where’s my wife going?”
Considering the state he was in before he fell asleep last night, I was surprised he even remembered me saying that.
