Our eyes meet before he registers my wet hair and the towel covering me. “Hi,” he says, his voice rushed.
“Hi.” I dive for my clothes on the floor at the same moment he does, and we bump heads. “Ow.” I rub the top of my head as he picks up my clothes.
“You okay? That hurt. Here.” He hands me my clothes one by one. My sweater, my jeans, my undershirt, my bra that he eyes, and finally my thong that he definitely eyes and runs through his fingers. Then I remember. He ripped my panties last night. Does he still have them? I don’t. Or are they hanging out on the kitchen counter like a bad memory?
“I’m fine.” I take my items from him and press them to my chest as I go to move around him, but he parries my dance and intercepts me. “What are you doing?”
“Last night I started thinking?—”
“Could have fooled me,” I cut him off.
He grunts, but there’s a curl of his lips. “Yes, well, actually I was thinking you should take Micha’s room and I should take the guest bedroom.”
I hold my clothes tighter, using them as a shield. “Oh?”
“If anyone should be sharing a bathroom with Zoey, it’s me. You’d also have more privacy that way, and I won’t have to keep seeing you in nothing but a towel. How about after breakfast, after I make you breakfast,” he amends, “we switch rooms.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why are you being nice?”
“Who said I am?”
“You’re smiling strangely at me. And you’re talking about making me breakfast and offering me Micha’s room.”
“I’m not smiling strangely at you.”
“You are,” I counter.
That smile twists up even higher, and he rubs the back of his neck beneath his backward ball hat, making his stupid biceps bulge. “This is becoming one of my favorite looks for you, but I don’t think I’m allowed to say that.”
“You’re not.”
He gives a slow nod, then shrugs as if he doesn’t care. “See. Definitely a good idea for you to take Micha’s room. I’ll let you get dressed. Eggs, french toast, or both?”
I snort. “Both. Obviously.”
“Bacon?”
I roll my eyes. “Is that actually a question?”
Now I get a full set of pearly white teeth. It’s annoying how good-looking he is. How the way he looks at me isn’t real. It’s just who he is and what he does. I was a pawn to him.
I move around him when he stops me again just as I reach my door. “About last night?—”
“No,” I sharply cut him off and face him so he sees how serious I am about this. “No. We’re not doing that. We’re not talking about it or giving excuses or gloating or anything. You got your wedding present, and Micha’s bedroom is mine, and that’s it. We’re not friends or friendly, and I seriously don’t like you. In fact, the less we talk to each other, the better.”
His eyes search mine, and all traces of his smile are gone. He’s not frowning, but he’s not happy either. Tough shit. That makes two of us. He opens his mouth, closes it, and walks into the bathroom where Zoey is.
As for me, I lock the bedroom door and get myself dressed and ready. Then I pull down the two suitcases I have in here and put the things from the dresser in them. My hanging stuff,shoes, and purses I can carry down the hall. It’ll take about eighty trips, but whatever. I’m glad to have Micha’s bedroom and bathroom to myself.
I didn’t take his bedroom when I moved in because it was still his bedroom with things in it, and it felt weird, but now I’m grateful Aston is giving it to me.
I finish getting ready and even blow out my hair, which I don’t normally do, but it’s cold out today and I’m killing time. I’ll go down and eat with them, but I don’t want to hang around the kitchen with him. One look at that counter and I’ll either orgasm again or strangle him. Neither of which I want to do in front of Zoey.
“Sky, breakfast is ready!” Zoey calls up to me, and I laugh lightly. He had Zoey come and tell me. He’s either respecting my wishes or is a total coward. The smell of bacon and cinnamon hits me, and my stomach churns a little. Not enough that I won’t eat, but I won’t be sad when this morning sickness ends. Thankfully, no throw-ups today.
I hit the bottom step, when the doorbell rings. I throw a glance over at Aston, but he looks just as confused as I am. For a moment, a flash of uneasiness hits me. What if Josh is making good on his threats to start showing up here?
“Who is it?” I ask through the door since I left my phone upstairs with the camera app on it.
