“Well, yeah. You know, in case I suddenly need you.”
“I’ll be just across the hall!”
“Maybe but it won’t be the same thing. I could have another attack or something.”
“True.” She finally relented. “But—”
He cut her off, “Let’s sleep.”
Right. She sighed as she snuggled deeper under the covers. Apparently he was tired of talking. She heard him click the lights off then he was moving beside her. She tensed but he didn’t touch her and then she realized the bed was so big anyway, they probably wouldn’t touch during the night.
Which was a good thing considering it’d been a long time since she’d shared a bed with another man.
Not since her ex-fiancé. The one she’d found underneath her so-called best friend ten years ago. In their bed. Having very loud sex while she was supposed to be away working.
It’d been ten years and yet, she hadn’t managed to get close to another man since then. It probably didn’t help that she was in love with James.
She compared every man she met to him and even if he was covered in tattoos, that he was an ex-alcoholic/drug addict, that he smoked (okay, used to smoke) like a chimney, they all fell short.
Turning around until she was grasping one pillow, she laid down her head and replied, her voice soft, “Night, J.”
And then she fell asleep, not in her lover’s arms but close enough that a smile lingered on her face.
Chapter Four: An Awkward Morning
She woke up and it took her a little while to remember where she was. It was light outside so that’s probably what had woken her up. Or not.
A shuffling noise echoed on her right and she tensed. James was awake. She heard him grunt, then the sheet that was covering her slid down. More shuffling, more grunting. It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was doing.
“James?” Oh hell, she’d said his name out loud.
He moaned and then silence reigned. “You’re awake?”
“Yeah.” She turned so that she was facing him.
“Did I wake you?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Fuck.” He leaned back against the pillows, his eyes closed.
“Why—” She licked her lips. “Why were you, you know?”
“I just thought I’d take care of my problem so I could focus on you instead.”
“Oh.” She blinked. That was very nice of him. “Are you— I mean, do you want me to help?”
“God, C, don’t!”
“I haven’t done anything!”
“Stop talking. Just—” He took a deep breath. “I need to fuck.”
“Okay,” she found herself answering.
“Are you sure? Because I’m very horny right now and it probably won’t be very good. Again. I suck, I know I do but I—”
She interrupted his explanation. “That’s fine. You need it, I understand. Can we stay under the covers?”
“Good.” She slid closer to him and wrapped her fingers around his arousal. “Tell me what you like.”
“James! You know that’s not true.”
“Fuck,” he swore. “You know what I like, babe. You’ve known me all these years. You’ve heard me with my exes, right?”