“There’s a new season out.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Let me guess, you’ve watched like four or five episodes, and you’re savoring it, and really taking time to think through all of the hints.”
“You know me.”
Idoknow you.
“God, I hated that.I just wanted to rot on the sofa and watch all ten episodes until three a.m.”
“I’m gonna say you haven’t even started it, yet, because you’re focused on your work and it’s this little prize you get to give yourself when you’re done with this project.”
“It is more than a little prize; it is abigone.I take this show very seriously.”
“So, youdon’twant to watch it tonight?”
I pressed my fingertips to my lips, staring at the black television screen.“I kinda really want to watch it,” I muttered into my fingers.
“Okay, fair warning.”His chair creaked as he leaned forward, his forearms resting on his thighs.“The first episode ended on such a cliffhanger, I watched the second episode that same night.”
“Oh shit,” I breathed.
“Yeah.”
“Turn it on.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
He laughed.The sound warmed me from the inside.
The first episode we watched was packed with so much weird ass plot, that I forgot where I was.I audibly gasped at the end and turned to find Remi watching me with a lopsided grin.
“Whatishappening?”I demanded.
“Ready for bed?”He snorted at my unimpressed expression.“Next episode, then.”
By the time we turned the television off, I was almost on the same episode he’d left off on, and the fire was red embers and black ash.I took Furgie out to go to the bathroom while he got his bed ready for me.
Rubbing my eyes, I yawned a goodnight on my way up the stairs to his room.
The sheets were clean, the fit snug and cozy the way only clean sheets could.He was on the sofa, but he was also still here, lingering deep in the fibers of his pillow.Just past the clean scent of his detergent washim—that smell I would know anywhere.That I’d never forget.That sat heavy and hot in my core.It pulled and tugged at me, urging me, reminding me.
As if his insinuated presence wasn’t enough, flashes of him lit behind my eyelids.His sweatshirt sleeves pushed up as he shoveled my driveway in the morning sun.Steam burning off the skin stretched over his corded forearms.The fabric on his back clinging to his muscles flexing with each scrape and fling of snow.The memory of my hands on his bare skin as he moved over me.
I tried to change the channel in my mind but found a different memory instead.The moment when he burst into my apartment wild, raw, and dangerous.Midnight eyes searching over me, assessing.His switch to easy smiles and conversation—toknowingme as if time between us hadn’t passed at all.
I shifted my hips, the ache between my thighs too uncomfortable to ignore.
I will not get off in my ex’s bed.
I didn’t.
But I also didn’t sleep well all night.
Chapter Fifteen
