She ignored me and untied him. “Go on, Kevin. Be free.”
He immediately ran off without a look back. She, however, stood and watched him go, as if her heart were breaking.
I grabbed her wrist.
“Let’s go.” I yanked her toward our room. She hesitated for a moment before allowing me to steer her on.
Using the key, I let us into our room. I flipped on the light and moved to close the curtains. When I turned around, I found her staring at the single bed.
“So, how are we going to do this?” She looked over at me, twisting her hands in front of her.
“Do what?” I asked, pulling off my wet hoodie and t-shirt. I draped both over a chair to dry, and when I looked back at her, I found her blue eyes raking up and down my bare chest and stomach. I didn’t interrupt her. I liked seeing her check me out. I could tell she liked what she saw, and I hoped it made her want to take off some clothes, too.
I cleared my throat after a moment, and she blinked and pulled her eyes away.
“H-How are we going to do this sleeping arrangement? There’s one bed and two of us.”
“So? We’re not children. The bed is big enough for both of us.”
“Are you implying that wesleeptogether?”
“I’m not implying anything. I’m telling you that I’ve had a hard day and I’m sleeping in this bed tonight. You are more than welcome to join me, or you can sleep on the floor. Up to you.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. “I guess nobody ever taught you how to be a gentleman? You’re supposed to offer to take the floor and give me the bed.”
I chuckled.
“Not happening.” I unbuckled my belt and kicked off my shoes. “I earned this bed tonight.”
She shook her head and unzipped her jacket.
I watched as she moved across the room to hang it to dry. She had only a white T-shirt beneath that red sleeping-bag jacket. The shirt soaked up all the rainwater, becoming transparent and letting me see her white bra beneath. It clung to her skin, revealing every curve like she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Amelia was definitely beautiful. Tiny waist. Perfect breasts. That hip flare that could drive a man wild.
I ran my tongue across my lips as I watched her. She sat down and leaned forward, untying her boots and removing her socks to reveal her pink-painted toenails. When she stood, her eyes found mine.
It felt as if the room grew hot, the air thickening. She moved her hands behind her back before slowly walking toward me. The closer she got, the faster my heart raced and the more tense my body became. This woman was nothing but bad luck for me, and she had managed to get on my nerves more than anyone in my life ever had in only a few hours. Yet, there was still something about her that made me want her.
I could admit that much.
She stopped directly in front of me. She was so close, her tits were nearly touching my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her breath as it blew across my lips. She was looking up at me, and I was looking down at her, neither of us backing down or shying away.
“Oliver?”
I did’t respond. I just ran my tongue over my bottom lip, just in case.
“I really want to sleep in the bed, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable sharing it with a man I just met. I’m sure you understand that, right?” She tilted her head to the side like she was going to move in to kiss me.
“I can understand that,” I agreed softly.
“So, you’ll take the floor?” Her eyes fell from mine to my lips.
“Can I ask you one question?”
She placed her hand on my chest as she nodded.
“Did you really think you could seduce me into giving you the bed when you stink and have goat shit in your hair?”
She gasped and pulled her hand back. A second later, she smacked my chest where her hand had just been resting.
