Bending at the waist, I pick her up as gently as I can, because I really don’t want to have a fight with her right now about where she is sleeping. I’ll save that entertainment for the morning.
I tuck her into my bed before covering her with the blanket. She stirs a little but doesn’t wake up. I switch off the light andclimb in next to her. I’m fucking drained. A few minutes later, we’re both fast asleep.
Chapter Seven
There’s that sweet spot between being asleep and being conscious. Everything feels so warm and cozy. I’m aware of the world around me but I’m not a hundred percent awake.That’s where I am now as I snuggle deeper under the covers. I can probably get back to sleep.
That thought evaporates the moment I feel a weight on top of me. When I look down, I see one big, tattooed arm draped over my waist and my heart rate picks up.
What the hell did I do last night? Oh, right. I agreed to be the Miami monster’s girlfriend.
I quickly glance under the covers and see that I’m fully clothed. Still, I let out a scream. I don’t know why I do it. But instinct, fear,somethingtells me to scream. Seconds later, that tattooed arm swings off me and drops back down to the side of the monster. He’s now standing at the edge of the bed with a gun in his hand.
He looks around the room, probably searching for whatever made me scream. He fails to check the mirror, though.
“What the fuck? Hayley, what’s wrong?” He walks over to me, as I continue to clutch the blankets to my chest.
What’s wrong? Is he serious?
“I… What am I doing here?” I did not put myself in this room. In this bed. In what I’m now realizing ishisbed.
August’s bed. AKA the monster. AKA the beautifully-sculpted monster. Nope, I am not checking out his naked torso. I don’t care if he has…
Wait, is that eight? Holy shit, the guy has an eight pack. Who is he? Oh, and that delicious-looking V that disappears under the band of his sweatpants. But, again, I’m not looking.
He cups my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his. “You do remember coming here yesterday, don’t you?”
There is what seems to be a genuine concern in his voice. His touch scorches my skin, reminding me that this man comes with a ticket straight to hell. That’s a train I don’t want to jump on, no matter how good he’d make the ride.
Damn it, Jade.This is her fault for putting those thoughts in my head. I’m not some hussy, so it’s been… a really long time since I enjoyedany rides. I don’t need them.
“I remember coming to your apartment, but how did I get here. In this bed? With you?” I ask him.
“You were asleep on the sofa,” he says, as if that answers my question.
“This isn’t the sofa. It’s a bed.”
“I know.” August pulls back, seemingly happy enough that I’m fine and there are no monsters under the bed. Just standing next to it. Then he places the gun on the dresser.
How did I forget he hadthatin his hand?
“August, did you bring me to bed?” I’m more direct this time, because something tells me this man has a way of evading questions.
“Yes,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because you were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you. Would you rather I left you on the sofa?” he counters.
Leave me on the sofa, alone, instead of sleeping next to the six-two (maybe six-three) human devil god currently standing here in all his bare-chested glory. His dark hair is falling over his forehead while his brown eyes stare right into mine as if they can see into my soul, see every thought I’m having. Thank goodness he can’t. This man does not need his ego stroked.
“Yes,” I tell him. “I would much rather sleep on the sofa than in bed with you.”
August blinks at me, clearly in disbelief. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard a woman say that,” he mumbles. “Lucky for you, I’d never allow my girlfriend to sleep on a fucking sofa when we have a perfectly good bed right here.”
“August, we agreed I didn’t have to sleep with you,” I remind him.
“I thought you were referring to sex, babe, notactualsleep.” He delivers me a panty-melting smirk, complete with a little dimple in his cheek.
