Page 95 of Change My Mind
Fifty-Seven
ELI
Itried to roll over and hit a solid surface.
“Good morning to you, too.” Jesse’s voice was still sleep-heavy.
“Fuck, does Clara immediately jump your bones whenever you talk to her just after you wake up?”
Jesse’s sleepy laugh was just as lethal.
“Sometimes,” he answered as he rolled onto his back. I followed suit and we both lay in silence, staring at the ceiling.
“Did you manage to get some sleep?” he asked eventually.
I turned my head to look at him. “Yes, your firm grip as the big spoon did eventually help me get to sleep. Clara was right, you are a good hugger. It’s one of the better nights’ sleep I’ve had recently.”
Jesse turned his head. “You are a great little spoon; it was no hardship.”
“A better or worse little spoon than Clara?” I teased.
A bark of a laugh came out of him. “Do you want me to not get married?”
“Oh, so it’s me? I’m honoured. Although I would advise not telling her. I don’t need both Henry sisters hating me.”
“I heard him.”
Jesse and I turned to the door where Clara was standing, her arms crossed and a steady, almost unnerving look in her brown eyes.
“I’m not taking it back,” Jesse said, propping up onto his elbow. Clara stared at us both.
“No, I get it. There’s a lot there to like.” She gestured at me. “You both good?”
I pushed up to a seated position. “I feel better.”
Clara’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t push for more.
“What time is it?” Jesse asked, sitting up against the headboard and opening his arms, gesturing for Clara to come to him.
“It’s lunchtime,” she answered as she climbed onto the bed and settled into his lap.
“Fuck, seriously!” I hastened to move out of bed. Clara’s hand grabbed my forearm, a cool touch against my sleep-warm skin.
“If you’re rushing to get to work, then just stop right now. Dad told me to tell you that you weren’t getting away with working today after yesterday.”
“He didn’t have an issue with it before. Both he and Xander have known all week I was working today after yesterday,” I protested.
“Yes, well, that kind of slipped them both by because they were so focused on the party being a success. They didn’t notice until this morning that you were down to work all weekend as well. So, you’ve been pulled. You aren’t back to work until Monday night.”
I slumped back against the headboard and groaned.
“This is a good thing. You and Addie can finally talk and figure your shit out,” Jessesaid.
I groaned again for longer this time.
“That is not what I want to do. It could all end in smoke, and I want to put that off for as long as possible,” I said as I turned my head to look at them.
“But think how much better you’ll feel when you go to therapy on Monday, knowing that you had this conversation and haven’t been burying your head in the sand over it,” Jesse offered.
