“Babe?” he asked, pushing the door open. “Sleeping?”
“Nope. Just thinking about later tonight,” I lied.
“Keep thinking about that. I have plans for us.”
He leaned down, his lips caressing mine in a sweet kiss that lit sparks inside me. “I let the mut out and fed him. He’s sleeping in his spot.”
“He has a name.”
He hummed and kissed me again.
“What time do you get off tonight?”
“Bar closes at midnight. I should be home around one.”
Sliding my hand up his arm, I sighed heavily. “That’s a long way away.”
“I’m sure you’ll find some way to pass the time.”
“Yeah?”
“Think about me,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
Shivers raced down my spine at his suggestion. “I don’t?—”
“You can do it. And then you can tell me all about it when I get home. Maybe you can even reenact it for me.”
With one more bruising kiss, he was out the door, leaving me alone in bed. Now, I was all alone and had no one to take the edge off. He really was cruel.
I laid in bed for a good hour, drifting in and out of sleep until I finally had to get up to pee. After that, I considered going back to bed, but my stomach was protesting the lack of food. Instead of getting fully dressed, I slipped into some underwear and a robe, leaving less to take off later.
Sawyer came home just as I started chopping up vegetables for soup. Surprised by my good mood, he approached warily.
“So, and I take it that this means you made up with JR?”
“Yep.”
“And you’re okay with what happened between the two of you?”
“Let’s just say that everything’s worked out,” I grinned.
“For how long?”
I stopped chopping and looked at my brother carefully. He didn’t normally get so involved in my life. In fact, it was usually the other way around.
“Look, I don’t want to say he’s not good for you. I’m happy if you’re happy, but I’ve also seen how depressed you’d gotten.”
I laughed at that. “Depressed? Sawyer, you’re the one who gets depressed.”
“You stopped drinking your tea,” he pointed out. “Maybe you weren’t crying like I do, but you were sad, and I don’t like seeing you like that.”
“I get it,” I said honestly. “I do, but we talked a lot last night. Trust me, I wouldn’t go into this blind. I know how it looks, but I need you to trust me.”
“It’s not you I don’t trust.”
“Well, then you’ll just have to witness it yourself when he comes home,” I grinned.
“Now, go get cleaned up. Dinner’s going to be ready in an hour.”
