My knowledge of the area to help find a treasure for him.
His word that he’s my one true love to get my family off my back for me.
I bolt straight up. “Bathroom. Real bed,” I mutter.
I don’t watch to see if he watches me.
Don’t have to. I can feel him watching me.
I do my business in the bathroom, then retreat to the bedroom swiftly, where I promptly face-plant on the bed.
He’s right. Sleep’s necessary.
But my heart is suddenly pounding out athere you went and did it again, dummyrhythm, and I don’t know if I can sleep now.
Should’ve gone back to my house.
After breakfast but before we left for the nature preserve, the sheriff came out to take our statements about what we found in the cabin basement. He told me I could go back to my house.
The house I need to clean up. Face. Make myself feel safe in again.
Daaaaaammmmmmittttt.
Definitely not sleeping the rest of the night now.
There’s a rustling in the doorway, and I tilt my head enough to watch Davis’s shadow. He’s pulled off his beanie—first time all day—and his profile looks different with his hair sticking up spiky all over.
Stay still, I order myself.Pretend you’re asleep.
Davis sits on the edge of the bed. It shakes a little.
Probably taking off his boots.
There’s a zip—or an unzip—and then the sound of denim swooshing to the floor.
My heart pounds faster.
So he’s just in his underwear now.
I squeeze my eyes tighter, but my mind flashes with images of the hard planes of his lean body beneath his tattoos, the lean limbs, his very prominent hard-on that truly does make himhashtag blessed, even if he was…erm…quick about it.
Which I’m telling myself was lack of recent practice.
And that makes me glow a little.
If it’s really been a full freaking decade since he slept with someone, and he picked me to be the person to break his sex fast with, that’s?—
Nope nope nope.
Not thinking about what that is.
The bed sags again. The sheets lift. Can you hear a head hit a pillow? Because I think I hear Davis’s head hit the pillow.
And my heart is trying to claw its way out of my throat while beating even more furiously.
Davis rolls over next to me.
I hold my breath.
