Page 94 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

So instead of locking up my feelings for Jerry, maybe it’s time I let them out.

Soon.

But will he feel the same?

I can picture myself moving in permanently. It’s only been a short time, but this place feels like home.

A while later, we say goodnight, and as I drift off to sleep, the door creaks open. The bed shifts. Without a word, Jerry slips in behind me.

When his hand cups my shoulder, the simple touch has my heart tripping.

He knows that trudged up memories today will be sure to haunt my dreams. Instead of being in the comfort of his own bed, he’s with me, to ward off the nightmares before they snatch up the opportunity to take hold.

There’s nothing sexual in his touch, but the thought of him beside me has my body wanting more; the warmth of his bare skin against mine, his breath on my neck, his hands exploring every part of me.

Unable to stop myself, I shift back, close enough for the heat of his body to steep through the thin cotton of my nightshirt. Jerry gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze before resting his hand on my hip, maintaining a wall between us.

Are we destined to stay in the friend zone?

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