“See what?”
“You shouldn’t have come,” he snapped.
“I just want to use your couch. If you’re with her?—”
“I’m not fucking with her!” he shouted, turning to face me. “Did that kiss feel like I was with anyone else?”
Speechless, I shook my head, but I still didn’t understand any of it. He was hot and cold, angry and…angrier.
“If this is about last week…”
He scoffed at that, his hand running over the scruff on his jaw. “Last week was so much simpler.”
“Because you weren’t with her,” I said hesitantly.
“Because…” His eyes met mine again, and this time, something like regret swam in them. “Because things could have been different last week.”
“Last week,” I said slowly. “I slept on your couch. Nothing else happened.”
Or was I so sleep-deprived that I didn’t even realize something had happened? Had I somehow blocked out an entire day?
“Look, I can’t give you anything. I have nothing?—”
The earnestness, the fierceness in his voice, somehow angered me. I hadn’t asked for anything, but he was acting like I came over here begging for more than he could give.
Snatching my blanket, I spun around. “I was asking for your couch. Nothing more.”
But before I even got the door an inch open, his palm landed on it, slamming it shut. I squeaked as the thud reverberated through my wrist, but I wasn’t scared. How could I be when his body was pressed against mine? The heat pouring through his clothes, smothering me with his scent.
God, it made me want things. Things that he wasn’t ready to give, and I wasn’t sure I wanted. Yet, like this…
“You can stay.”
“But…”
His lips skimmed my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “God, you have no idea how bad this is.”
My eyes fluttered closed as his lips caressed my neck, but before I could get lost in any fantasies, he was gone. Sucking in a deep breath, I slowly turned around to find the room empty.
On shaky legs, I stumbled over to the couch and curled up on it, wrapping myself in a burrito made out of my blanket. Yet none of that felt even half as good as his body pressed against mine.
And I had a feeling it never would.
Still wrapped in my cocoon,it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t alone in the living room. It smelled like him in here, but there was something different about the presence in front of me.
It had legs. Long, silky smooth legs with painted toenails. That was my first clue that JR wasn’t with me. Then again, I had never actually seen his legs. Maybe it was him, and the reason he couldn’t be with me was because he was secretly living a double life as a woman.
I really hoped not.
Blinking blearily, I raised my eyes, praying the whole time it wasn’t him and I wasn’t losing my mind. Thankfully, when my eyes landed on the gorgeous woman in front of me, I was put out of my misery.
“Oh, thank God,” I murmured, squeezing my eyes closed.
“Thank God for what?”
“That you aren’t JR,” I mumbled into my pillow. “I had this horrible idea that JR was shaving his legs and had painted toenails.”
She chuckled in amusement, sliding something that smelled suspiciously like tea under my nose. “That would be scary. Here, JR said you drink herbal tea.”
