So she has eyes in the back of her head now?
“I’m not looking at you,” I lie.
She rolls around defiantly and I don’t bother shifting my gaze.
Her eyebrows tighten. “See? This is why I was trying to sleep somewhere else. You hate this as much as I do. Let me sleep on the floor.”
“Not. Happening,” I bite out.
And what part of my face is communicating that I hate this? Can’t she see that I’m holding on to self-restraint by my damn fingernails?
J’s face turns blotchy, and she huffs, giving me her back again.
But she’s closer this time.
The lilac scent is stronger.
I should have backed away when I had the chance.
“You’re the one who ordered me closer, and now you’re pissed off that I listened,” she grumbles.
That’s a fair observation.
I’ll call it the Jinx Paradox.
It’s been happening for a while, if I’m honest, but it’s gotten worse over time.
Earlier, I offered to dry her hair. She sat in the computer chair, which put her head right around the level of my pants. Every so often, she dozed off, and her head would brush against me.
It wasn’t too bad.
Until I walked around to do the front of her hair, and she fell forward, marking a path that I would have liked a whole lot more had she been conscious.
But she hadn’t been.
And I had to stand there and endure it while her mouth was inches away from my zipper.
Then she woke up, completely unaware of how she was torturing me, and let out a groan when I ran my hands through her scalp.
The way my body snapped to attention at the sound of that low, sensual sound was uncontrollable. My desire to rip her pants down and get inside her gave me visceral,physicalpain. I had no choice but to run away before I did something that would turn me into a true monster.
The Jinx Paradox.
I mistrust her and want her at the same time.
Maybe I’ve been too focused on the yakuza, Jarod Cross’s governor race, and Cadence and Grey’s kidnapping. This dating dry spell made my body go crazy around the one person Ishouldn’tfeel anything for.
Suddenly, I hear the softest snore.
My eyes widen, and I shoot to a sitting position.
Is she…?
I peer over at J and let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. She’s fast asleep.
While I’m wound up hard enough to burst and holding myself back by sheer will alone, she’s dead to the world. I don’t know why that irks me, but I can one hundred percent say the feelings rushing through me are much more unpleasant than before.
Try to sleep, Finn.
