She looked hot in my shirt and very little else. She shouldn’t, but fuck, she did. It clung to everything and fell mid-thigh. As soon as my eyes landed on her scratched and scuffed knees my libido froze and my neck snapped straight.
Swallowing the golf ball sized lump in my throat, I forced the words out, “Here, drink this.” I stiffly handed her the glass of water. “And take these.”
Zoe raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“They’re just aspirin.”
“Okay,” Zoe agreed quickly as she tossed them in her mouth, following them with a long gulp.
“All right, Pippi, bed time. Come on, in you get.” I laughed, holding up the blankets.
Compliantly, Zoe wiggled under the covers and made herself comfortable. Her hair splayed out over my pillow, her eyes closed, and her soft breathing made everything seem right in the world. I didn’t want to disturb that. I walked over and flicked off the light switch, unable to stop myself from turning back. Snow White had nothing on my girl.
“Where you going?” she grumbled sleepily.
“Sleep, Zoe, it’s late.”
“M’kay,” Zoe mumbled before she fell into a deep, snore-filled sleep.
I watched her sleep for a few minutes before I shuffled off and collapsed onto the lounge. It had been a long day. Even though I knew how damn uncomfortable the couch was, I didn’t care. Sleep wasn’t going to elude me tonight.
