Beau raised a brow. “Eat mac and cheese naked?”
I smiled. “No.This. Sleep with a guy and stay for the post-coital confessional.”
His mouth curved. “Then why’d you stay?”
I looked up at him. “Because I wanna do it again, I guess?”
“And then?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe I’ll stay a little longer after that…and we can do it again again.”
Beau’s smile lingered on me, and I promptly forgot about the mac and cheese. “I’d like that,” he said.
“You just have to promise me one thing,” I replied.
He wrapped me in his arms again, and I felt his cock already getting hard. “Anything.”
“You have to promise I’m not going to be cursed.”
I smiled, but I was a little serious…and he took itcompletelyseriously. He nodded, kissing me slow and deep.
“I swear,” he said.
I felt it in the way he said it.
Not just a promise to keep me safe from some townie ghost curse. Not just a joke or a line to get me back in bed. He meant it—all of it, like he’d already decided I was something to protect.
Something to keep.
And that…it wasn’t something I could deal with right now.
So I kissed him, distracted him, reached down to wrap my fingers around his cock. Beau’s breath caught in his throat and he groaned, thrusting into my touch. When we broke apart, I traced the edge of his jaw with my free hand.
“Show me your bedroom?” I asked.
His eyes darkened, and he nodded once.
Then he lifted me into his arms and took me to bed.
CHAPTER 9
Beau
She was stillin my bed when I woke up.
I hadn’t expected her to be…not necessarily. I’dhopedshe would stay, but she kept saying “let’s do it again, then I’ll go.”
But she didn’t.
She stayed.
And shesnored.
It wasn’t loud…not too loud, anyway, and certainly not louder than Milo. I actually kind of liked it.
I liked having her close to me.
I liked having the reminder that she was in my bed…in my arms.
