It wasn’t just how effortlessly sexy she looked either. It was Skye. When she opened her mouth, her pink tongue darting out and wetting her bottom lip, I was forced to hold back a guttural groan.
I needed another shower.
A cold one.
Rolling my neck from side to side, I ignored the cracking noise it made. “I’m fine. Sorry about earlier, I just…”
Skye waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I get it,” she assured me.
“You do?”
“Yeah. Of course. At the time, we didn’t think much of it but looking back, I wish I’d done more.” There was pain and guilt in her voice and I realized how much of an ass I’d been. Again. My aim had never been to put the blame on her but obviously that’s exactly what I’d done.
With a shake of my head, I did what I could to assure her that none of this was her fault and I didn’t believe for a minute it was. “Trust me there’s no point playing the ‘what if’ game. I’ve been there, done that, and all I ended up with was a headache.”
“Still…”
“I know how you feel.”
“It’s getting late. I should let you get some sleep. I just wanted to apologize and make sure you were okay.”
“Skye, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who lost his shit. Tomorrow will be better.”
“You don’t know that,” she countered skeptically.
“Yeah, I do. It has to be.”
Skye yawned, and when she lifted her hands to cover her mouth, her tank top lifted and the semi I was hiding took on a life of its own.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s late. You should try and get some sleep,” I told her, keeping the adults only thoughts to myself.
“You too. Night.” She smiled sweetly before turning and shuffling back towards the bedroom.
Watching her go was hard. Painfully hard. The moment I heard the door click shut, I tossed the pillow away and reached down to adjust myself, forcing my thoughts onto less pleasant topics, like the mountain of paperwork I had waiting for me tomorrow.
* * *
I smelt bacon.
Waking up something I wasn’t sure I was going to get to do today because I could barely remember falling asleep. I do remember seeing the first rays of the early morning sun sneaking in through the broken blinds before I passed out.
Stretching out my cramped legs as much as I could and when my shin collected the edge of the coffee table, I whined.
“Ouch,” someone behind me said, before a mug of steaming coffee was placed in front of me.
“Ugh. You’re a morning person, aren’t you?” I groaned as I took my first sip looking over the rim up at Skye who looked like she’d been awake for hours.
“Yeah. I guess I am,” she chirped and my head pounded. “But on the upside, I made breakfast.”
“Breakfast, huh?”
“Waffles, bacon, and scrambled eggs,” Skye announced proudly and my stomach rumbled in appreciation.
“I had all the stuff to make that?” I was shocked.
Skye laughed and it was this light, easy laughter that I wanted to hear more of. “Of course not. You didn’t even have butter to put in the pan. I ran out this morning.”
