She’s hiding from you…
I close my eyes, willing myself to retreat to the bed and wait her out.
My hand is about to drop in defeat when the door suddenly opens, and there she is, wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and sleep shorts.
Her face is clear of makeup, her hair twisted up, and she’s…I swallow thickly. She’s not wearing a bra.
“Hi,” I breathe.
“Um…hi?”
“I was…uh…you’ve been in there a long time,” I state, still not moving even though I’m standing in her way.
“Sorry, I was?—”
“Freaking out?” I finish for her, needing her to know that I understand and that it’s okay.
A self-deprecating laugh spills from her lips, and she averts her eyes.
“Freya,” I whisper, but she doesn’t look back up.
Reaching out, I tuck two fingers under her chin and tilt her head back.
“Hey,” I say the moment her eyes find mine again. “It’s okay, Whirlwind. This is only a big deal if we make it so.”
“I know that, I do. I just…” A laugh tumbles free. “Cole Hansley is in my bedroom.”
I can’t help but smile down at her.
“Yeah, he is.”What are you going to do about it?
It takes every ounce of self-control to keep that question to myself.
Her eyes bounce between mine as if she’s trying to figure something out. But when a frown pinches her brows together, it becomes obvious that she doesn’t find what she wants.
“Are you finished in the bathroom?” I finally say, needing to do something before I throw caution to the wind and royally fuck this up.
“Y-yeah. It’s all yours. Be careful with the faucets; they’re ridiculously powerful.”
“Got it.”
Finally, I take a step back and allow her to step into her bedroom so I can slip into the bathroom.
I turn around before closing the door and watch her walk to the bed. She’s almost there when she must sense my attention, because she turns around and catches me.
My heart jumps into my throat, but I’m long past caring that she knows that I keep checking her out.
How can I not? Especially braless and in those sinful shorts.
“There’s a new toothbrush on the counter for you,” she whispers before turning around and pulling the sheets back.
With a smirk, I finally push the door closed, cutting off the connection between us.
I turn around and spot the toothbrush waiting for me, but when I look up into the mirror, my smile widens even more at the happiness in my eyes.
I’m sure spending the night under the same roof as a woman’s parents is most guys’ idea of hell. But honestly, I couldn’t be fucking happier.
Having Freya with me in my apartment is one thing, but a night together in the same room? Yeah, I’ll fucking take that in any form I can get it.
