Are you looking for an excuse to go through my underwear drawer?
You caught me.
Seriously, though. Do you need anything? Clothes? Toothbrush? Brunch?
I didn’t know you were running errands for us too.
I’m heading your way soon.
Thought I would pick up something if you wanted it.
“Do you want brunch?” I ask Zeb.
“She’s getting us brunch?”
“Said she’s driving up soon and will bring food if we want,” I reply as my phone vibrates again.
Yet, this time, it’s a different sort of drop that my stomach does.
UNKNOWN
I think I left something behind last night.
Did you come with it again after I left?
I squirm in my seat, cursing the ache between my thighs.
Gemma’s next text notification pulls down from the top of the screen, a welcome interruption from the way my mind wants to wander to how right my stalker is.
Because I did use it come again after she left.
GEMMA
What time is the defense class?
“Hey, what time is our defense class?” I ask Zeb.
“Ah… He said whenever we could get away, just text him. He’ll meet us over at the gym,” he replies. “Did you say Gemma was going with us today?”
I eye the smirk on his face as I hit ‘send’ on my reply to Gemma. “Yeah. She’s coming to kick your ass,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “We’ll see.”
He goes around the island and starts toward the couch to sit and enjoy his coffee. Panic weaves through me when he steps around the end, heading right for the space where I was sleeping last night. And as he grabs the remote and starts to sit, I launch off the stool.
“Wait, don’t sit there,” I blurt out.
Zeb frowns at me and looks down. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”
“Ah… nothing, I just want to get the sheets and stuff off—”
However, his eyes widen up at me when he pulls back the blanket—one glimpse at the pillow and sheet I was lying on tells him everything he needs to know.
“Dude!”
I wince, heat beating my cheeks.
“Dude what the hell—what—is that—” He balks slightly and stares at me and then bursts out laughing. “That was one hell of a fucking dream, huh?”
