I force out an incoherent sound that is definitely not an answer.
I’ve seen naked women before.
I’ve slept with naked women before.
Fuck, I slept with Goldie—naked—just last night.
But I cannot remember the last time I wanted someone so badly and felt so very damn incapable of saying so.
It wasn’t last night.
It was this morning.
Her walking out of my bedroom in nothing but my T-shirt, sitting down, and having breakfast with my father and me like none of us were thinking about the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear. The hot sauce challenge. Showing up for my training.
Blowing me a kiss.
The hummingbirds.
The fact that she has a copy ofDungeon Crawler Carlon her bookshelves.
Dungeon Crawler Carl. The entire goddamn series.
That series is fucking awesome and it’s nothing I expected to find here, but I could talk aboutDungeon Crawler Carlwith her and—fuck.
If I were the type of guy who thought I could fall in love ever again,Dungeon Crawler Carlon her bookshelves would be my tipping point.
I hope she rereads the whole series when she unpacks her boxes and finds the note I left her inside of the first book.
And the other note I left her at the beginning of chapter sixteen in the fourth book.
So wanting Goldie now?
Yeah.
This is different.
And I should leave.
She strides into the living room without an ounce of modesty or bashfulness, breaks off another bite of cookie, slides it into her mouth, then licks her fingers as she pulls them out.
“My god, I’m going to miss this.”
Miss me. I want you to miss me.
Also,fucking work, tongue. “If you send me good enough Cadbury, I’ll use my secret skills to get you the best cookies.”
Don’t contact me when you leave.
Don’t fucking do it.
It’ll hurt too damn bad.
She kneels in front of me, not wincing at all. “Want a bite?”
Yes. Yes, I want a bite.
Of her collarbone. Of her nipple. Of her ear. Of that birthmark next to her belly button. Of her clit. Her pussy.
