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Although, I can’t blame them. If I had Bailey in my bed all the time, we’d be the same way.
“Thank God I’m already in therapy,” she says. Her gaze lingers around the campsite and I see the exact moment she realizes that there’s only one available tent and her sleeping partner is currently extremely preoccupied and doesn’t seem to be finishing anytime soon.
She moves her lips to speak but I beat her to it. “I can sleep in the car,” I offer quickly, even though the thought of cramming myself into the backseat, and the subsequent pain that will follow, makes me want to cry. “Or out here by the fire. I’ll be fine.”
She looks at the dying embers, then at the car, then back at the tent where another moan slips through.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says, though her voice wavers the tiniest amount. “You’ll freeze. We’re adults. Adults who happen to be in a…something ship. We can share a tent.”
The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. “It’s fine, honestly. If you’re not ready?—”
“We just kissed. I think I can handle sharing a tent.” She heads toward the zippered flap. “Besides, I trust you.”
My chest tightens.
“I’ll put out the fire so you can start getting ready.”
I keep myself busy dousing the fire and cleaning up any remaining food. By the time I’m done, the sounds from the other tent have thankfully quieted down to just low murmurs. It’s going to be hard enough being less than a foot away from the woman I love, but add in a soundtrack of Jas and Falin fucking and I might just find the nearest bridge.
“All set?” I ask when I finally work up the courage to unzip the tent.
“Yeah, all good.”
Don’t fuck this up.
Bailey’s already settled on top of the sleeping bag, lying as close to one edge as physically possible. She’s changed into an oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants, and her hair is pulled back in a messy bun. She looks so damn beautiful as always.
“There’s only the one sleeping bag in here,” she says, looking up at me with those big blue eyes.
“Oh. They probably have the extras in their tent. Should I?”
She winces. “That’s probably not a good idea. It’s fine, we can share.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah… okay.”
Universe, you’re fucking with me now.
She pats the spot next to her before opening the top layer and sliding inside. I keep my shirt on, although it most definitely smells like campfire, but kick off my pants before sliding next to her. “Is this okay?”
“Leon,” she says, giving me that sarcastic tone I love. “Just keep your mitts to yourself and we’ll be fine.”
“Of course.”
I got this.
Then she turns to face the tent and her ass is inches from my cock.
I so don’t got this.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
BAILEY
I could laugh.Or cry. Or kill my brother. Or maybe all of the above. This will be fine though. It’s just two people who happen to have insane chemistry and a history, sharing a small sleeping bag. I meant what I said—I do trust Leon with every fiber of my being. I know he’d never touch me if I didn’t give consent. That was true then and it’s especially true now.
It’s more my own urges that worry me.
I don’t want to lead him on. What if I think I’m ready for something more—to be intimate and things get all hot and then boom—I can’t go through with it. I’ll feel terrible.
