The man is under my skin and burrowing deeper every minute I spend with him.
My eyes linger on the empty armchair where my knight in shining armor has been sleeping since he took me into his home. Only the Hermes blanket I could never afford rests neatly folded on the armchair. My gaze swings to the other sideof the bed. The sunken pillow and rumpled sheets indicate it wasn’t a dream.
Kaz slept in my bed last night.
I reach out and touch his side of the bed.
It’s no longer warm.
I flashback to the illegally hot scene from last night.
Even though his lips never touched mine, I was turned on like a light switch.
If he still wants me to be his fake girlfriend and practice kissing, based on last night’s scene that was straight out of a spicy romance novel, the moment his lips touch mine, I’ll combust.
“Fuck, Harley, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear my name on your lips as I bring you pleasure.”
No man has ever said anything close to that to me.
My heart constricts.
He said that in the heat of the moment. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I know better than to get feelings for my grumpy on the outside and kind-hearted on the inside roommate. I shouldn’t be clinging onto the one man that took me in so I wouldn’t end up living in the streets. Still, that neglected side of me that’s yearning for someone to care for her—to love her—relishes in having a successful man like Kaz say those things or look at me the way he does.
I wish I was worthy of a man like Kaz.
I wish I could be real girlfriend material.
I wish I was more than a girl with a trailer trash family.
My fucking trailer trash family.
I rub both hands over my face.
He saw the name flashing on my screen.
Kaz is going to have a thousand questionstoday, and I’m going to have to find a clever way to skirt every single one of them.
I hate lying, stretching the truth, or resorting to avoidance, but I don’t have a choice?—
Loud music reverberates on the other side of the door.
I frown.
It’s seven-thirty on a Sunday morning, is he watching an action movie this early?
The epic soundtrack is louder now.
Overlaid on top of it, a strange sound resonates.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
