Page 83 of The Roommate

Her cheeks turned the delicate pink of cotton candy.

Kiss her, you idiot. You’re allowed now.

But what if she pulled away? What if the reason she was unusually calm was because she’d gotten a taste of him and decided not to go back for seconds?

He stood up abruptly and Clara straightened to follow suit. “Let’s see yours.”

They both shuffled over to her side of the table.

Her picture made his breath catch. She’d managed to use the broken crayons to create something beautiful.

“Are we swimming?”

“No.” She pointed to the blue swirls surrounding their cartoon images. “That’s the sky.”

“So we’re flying?” He took an embarrassingly large gulp as he reached out and traced the way she’d drawn herself tucked under his arm.

“I modeled it after Chagall. Often when he draws . . . lovers . . . they’re floating in each other’s arms. Caught somewhere between awake and dreaming.” She cleared her throat. “Like tonight.”

Josh’s pulse thundered in his ears and his voice came out reverent. “I’ve never heard of Chagall.”

Clara passed him a crayon. “This shade of blue reminded me of his work. It’s the crushed velvet of the night sky.”

“I have to tell you something,” he said, now holding his beating heart in his hands. Ready to confess that he wanted to be with her more than he’d ever wanted anything. The word love hovered on the tip of his tongue. He’d never done this before. Not when it mattered so much.

Her brows drew together and fear flashed across her face.

“Here you go.” Their server arrived with two plates brimming with waffles.

Josh awkwardly returned to his seat, his courage snuffed. He would tell her tomorrow. If she still wanted him in the morning light.

They finally left the café as Clara’s blue velvet sky broke to reveal the vivid orange of dawn. As the woman of his dreams waited by the door, Josh hastily ripped her drawing from the brown paper covering their table, tucked the folded square into his back pocket, and made a wish.

chapter twenty-nine

WHILE CLARA HADN’T become immune to the shock of watching writhing naked bodies, at least she could now do so without hiding behind her fingers. The teaser clips on her screen ranged from studious to steamy, with Josh and Naomi alternating narration. As moans of pleasure poured through her headphones, she crossed her arms over her nipples and hoped no one realized just how well their latest segment for Shameless worked.

Naomi’s videos always piqued her interest, but every time Josh’s voice came on Clara began to pant. When th

e man himself walked over to her makeshift desk at the studio, Clara’s stomach fluttered at the memory of the last time he’d caught her watching something steamy, the Googling that had started it all. As she hit pause, she resisted the urge to minimize the window on her computer.

“Is that the promo footage Naomi sent through? What do you think?” Josh pulled up a chair next to her. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down and the sight of the golden hair peppered across the sinewy skin of his forearms made her salivate. Had a human being ever looked so . . . edible? Sleeping with him last night had sent her body into an endless cycle of craving. She’d run around Toni’s event all day replaying memories and fanning herself before finally ducking out early to meet Josh at the studio.

“Clara?” Josh waved a hand in front of her. “Did you hear me?”

“Oh yes. Sorry. You did a great job describing the use of biting in the tutorial about oral nipple stimulation.” Her face heated to approximately the same temperature as the surface of the sun. Couldn’t she have picked something less explicit to comment on? Like the background music?

Josh tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Thank you. I’m . . . uh . . . glad you approve.” The air between them smoldered as her body wavered closer to his. “If you need any additional consultation on the matter, don’t hesitate to ask.”

It was all Clara could do to keep her tongue inside her mouth. “I think a practical demonstration would be helpful. For my professional understanding of the choreography. As a business leader.”

Josh lowered his voice so only Clara could hear. “I jotted down three new scene ideas while you were at work today. For some reason, I woke up particularly inspired this morning.”

Clara hid a smile behind her lips. She had some scene ideas of her own, but . . . Who was she kidding? She’d never pull off casual sex with Josh, of all men. Her only option was an honest conversation about what they meant to each other. Clara thought she’d seen hope in his eyes last night that reflected her own. It was agony, holding back from letting herself consider a future with him, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. “I actually wanted to talk to you about last night.”

“Right.” Josh turned to look around the room. “Maybe we could discuss that later?”

Oh. Perhaps he was trying to give her the brush-off after all.

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