Oh God.Had she really fallen asleep on him during sex?Well, after… But before…
She squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.The gears in her brain ground hard, but she couldn’t remember anything after coming apart at the seams.She’d never experienced anything like the climax he’d given her, and they hadn’t even gotten to the part where he…
Mortification settled over her.She’d fantasized about being like this with Zac Ford, and it had been even better than her daydreams.She’d been impulsive and free.
But she was pretty sure she’d conked out on him.
How could she have done that?How did a woman fall asleep with the hunkiest guyeverkissing her and touching her?Was she insane?Did she have a trip switch in her brain that wouldn’t allow too much stimulation?After all, she’d fainted yesterday morning.
His hand flexed against her bare stomach, and Maxie nearly bolted out of the bed before she stopped herself.
Heaven help her.
She had to get out of this bed now, without waking him.She couldn’t face him yet.What was she supposed to say?How could she apologize?He hadn’t gotten to— And not because she hadn’t been willing to—
That invisible hand that usually kept her from getting into predicaments like this was yanking at her.Trying to go slowly, she considered how their bodies were tangled together.The contact at his knee was easiest to fix.She pulled her leg away in increments.He didn’t stir.
She reached for his hand.Everything inside her was on high alert as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist.The slightest jarring or the softest sound could wake him.His arm was unresponsive as she lifted it from her stomach.As if she were handling a grenade, she moved his hand to rest on his hip.The seconds ticked off in her ears.She waited for that arm to come alive, for a breath to expand his chest and alertness to kick him into gear.
Her fingers shook as she let go of him.
For a moment, she thought she’d pulled it off, but she watched in horror as his limp arm slid off his hipbone.It fell behind him, and he harrumphed in his sleep.She let out a startled squeak when the whole bed shifted as he moved.
Instead of reaching for her, though, he rolled onto his back.
Maxie was already heading in the other direction.That invisible hand wrenched her from the bed and onto her feet.Her heart was going a thousand beats per minute as she waited for him to wake.
He was going to point at her, be angry and hurt.She couldn’t bear it, not after everything he’d done for her.
Her breath rasped like a saw against wood.When he settled down, she risked a glance at the door.Could she make it?Could she escape without him noticing?
It wouldn’t solve anything, but it would give her time to organize her thoughts and figure out a way to apologize.She blushed.She knew the best way she could apologize, but the sun was now shooting through the window in bright beams.
Timid Maxie was firmly back in control.
She tiptoed towards the door.She watched him every step of the way, and it made the trek even more difficult.He really was mouthwatering lying there.She was an idiot for sneaking away, but she’d already ventured beyond her comfort zone.The handle clicked when she turned it.She peeked at Zac, but he was a sound sleeper.She slipped into the hallway and, just as carefully, closed the door behind her.
It was only then that she realized she hadn’t grabbed any clothes.
She squeezed her hands into fists.Oh well, when fleeing a fire, one was supposed to leave all belongings behind.Maybe there was something she could wear in the laundry room.
Her knees were wobbly as she started down the staircase.It was creakier than the flooring in her bedroom.She tried to ease her weight down onto each step until the need to rush overwhelmed her.She scurried down the last few and took a breath of relief.
Coffee.The scent brought her chin up with a snap.Zac wasn’t the only visitor she had in the house.
Darn it.She raked her hands through her hair and smoothed her oversized sleep shirt down to her knees.She wasn’t used to having a full house, especially of people she hardly knew.
Going back into stealth mode, she hurried to the laundry room.She nearly stomped her foot when she discovered it empty.She’d done laundry the other night.Everything was upstairs and put away.
It left her with another dilemma.Should she go back upstairs to try to spirit out some clothes, or should she face her guests in her pajamas?
It was an easy decision.
Pushing her hair over her shoulder, she headed to the kitchen.She wasn’t quite sure how to act around either Roxie or Lexie now.She’d tiptoed around them last night before jumping in with both feet.Literally.What would they expect out of her today?
Because adventurous Maxie was not available for play.
When she stepped inside the kitchen, she was surprised to find only Roxie.For some reason, she’d expected her to sleep until noon.“Good morning.”
