Like . . . I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, Perry had a nice penis, but it wasn’t really all that much to write home about.Man, I feel so disloyal even thinking that.But...he left me. So...let’s be real here.
Halsey Holmes has a giant penis.Something you’ll never see in person, Blakely.
I tear my eyes away and focus on the task at hand—no need to get sucked into those thoughts, not right before you share a bed with him. I situate the pillows under his ankle as he lifts his leg and I help him adjust until he’s comfortable. “That good?” I ask.
“Yeah, I think so. Not sure it will stay the whole night, but we’ll see.”
“If they collapse or your legs fall off, just tell me and I’ll help you adjust again.”
“Okay,” he answers, not putting up a fight.
I drape the blankets over him but he only brings them up to his stomach. It makes him look naked under the sheets. ..which is not good.
My ears go hot, my skin flushes, and I’m suddenly envisioning what it would be like to see this man naked. Completely naked.What if he’d taken off his boxer briefs as well as his shorts? Good lord.I move around the room quickly, plug my phone in to charge—one of the boys must have put my charger in here too—and get into bed.
There’s a decent amount of space between us and when I say decent, I mean maybe a foot if we’re lucky. Halsey takes up much more space than I was anticipating, but it’s fine.
I turn toward him and look up at the ceiling. “Crap, I forgot to turn off the lights.”
“I’d offer to do it myself, but I’m pretty sure getting up and needing you to readjust the pillows will be more annoying than you just turning them out yourself.”
“Look at you learning.” I laugh and hop out of bed, turning off the lights and jumping back into bed, bringing the covers all the way up to my neck.
“Are you cold?” he asks.
“No, I just like to be fully covered. I like the comfort of it. I’m going to assume you get too hot at night given you’re nearly naked and don’t have the blankets up to your chin.”
“That would be correct,” he says. He lets out a large sigh. “I have to be at the trainer tomorrow at eight. Do you think you could take me?”
“Yes, anything you need. I’ll bring you over and work in my office until you’re done. Does that work?”
“Yup,” he answers. “Thank you. I appreciate it, Blakely.”
“Of course.”
“And if you’re not busy, how about we watch the game here and grab pizza or something?”
“Oh, you don’t have to watch it at the arena?”
“Nah, they’d rather me stay home and get better than shuffle around the arena.”
“Okay, then yes, that would be fun. Let me see if Penny can cover my VIP suites. I’m sure she can.”
“Great.” He yawns. “Okay, I’m about to pass out. Good night, Blakely.”
“Good night, Halsey.”
My alarm goes off,shooting me straight into a sitting position only to fumble around with it until I figure out how to turn it off through my blurry eyes.
“Goodness,” I mutter as I rub my face. I need to get one of those hatch alarms that gently wake you up, not the blaring regimen that wakes me up every morning with a jump-start to my heart.
Not sure if I was super tired last night or having the comfort of someone next to me in bed again, but I slept soundly, so freaking soundly that when I look to the side, I realize I didn’t hear Halsey get out of bed and crutch his way out of here.
Way to take care of him, Blakely.
I toss the covers off me, only to quickly make the bed, and I slide out of the bedroom and down the hall where I find Halsey dressed, showered, and sitting on the island drinking a cup of coffee.
When the hell did he do all of that?
