“What?”
“Stay.’
“Huh?”
“Stay with me.” The words were barely audible.
Spencer’s face paled. He looked unsure. Almost afraid. His eyes were wide with what was probably shock. I mean, I’d been the one to ask the question and even I was surprised. “Zoe…”
“Don’t think, Spencer. Just get in.” I huffed, grabbing my pyjamas and disappearing into the bathroom.
As soon as the door clicked behind me, I let out the breath I’d been holding. I’d just invited Spencer into my bed. What the fuck was I thinking? I knew nothing would happen, I wouldn’t allow it, and Spencer wouldn’t even try, but still. I wanted him there. I wanted to fall asleep in his arms. More importantly, I wanted to wake up wrapped in them.
Quickly I brushed my teeth and changed into my unflattering yellow flannelette pyjamas. I reached out and as soon as I went to open the door, I thought better of it. Turning around, I grabbed my hair brush and dragged it through my hair. I don’t know why I felt the need to look pretty just to get into bed, but I did. I couldn’t explain it, but the need was desperate. After brushing my hair, I added some antiperspirant and a swipe of lip gloss. I was trying too hard and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. Sucking in a deep, fortifying breath, I opened the door and my mouth fell open.
