“Ummm,” I wasn’t exactly sure. The look on his face made it seem as though my answer was important to him. “I don’t normally broadcast my sex life. I’ve never called Matt and said, ‘Guess who I fucked last night. He never needs to know that we slipped under the sheets together.’”
Sawyer’s brow furrowed, his expression going dark.
His jaw worked, but no words came out. Then he ran a hand through his hair before turning to the window and looking outside.
When he finally turned around, the storm had left his face. Whatever he was thinking was locked deep inside.
“I should feed the dog,” he rumbled as he turned to the bedroom door. Josie was already there, pawing at the door frame to be let out.
I lay there, in the soft cloud of his bed, while I tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Had I just messed something up?
Or is this how he always was with his hookups the morning after?
Last night we’d seemed so connected. I’d hoped… well, I’d hoped for something that was probably impossible.
The way he was acting today made it seem like he had some regrets. Maybe not over sleeping with me. But over the fallout he expected to have with my brother.
It was a small consolation prize that Sawyer Reed had been attracted enough to me to want to fuck me. And I’d definitely remember last night for the rest of my life.
But I’d been hoping forsomuch more.
One tiny tear slipped down my cheek, and I wiped it away rapidly. I wasnotgoing to fall apart in this man’s house. That would have to wait until later, when I was safely home and hidden away from the world.
I had no idea where my clothes were, so I just stayed in bed. The last thing I was going to do was parade my cellulite in front of my dream man in the harsh light of day. Especially when he seemed to have regret on his mind.
While I lay there, I heard the domestic sounds of Sawyer taking care of things.
He talked to Josie, and a few minutes later I heard the clatter of dog kibble hitting the bowl, followed by the dog’s loud munching sounds. Then I heard something like pots and pans shifting in a cabinet, followed by the unmistakable sound of firewood being loaded into his fireplace.
He was out there stoking the fire, which was nice, because his house was cold as fuck this morning. But I feared that he was keeping himself busy to avoid talking to me.
I knew what Ishoulddo.
Ishouldmake this easy on him.
I could get up, wrap a towel around myself, gather my clothes, give a quick goodbye and slink out of his house, taking my shame with me.
Isn’t that what men wanted? For their one-night stands not to linger too long hoping for more? Every minute I stayed made the inevitable let-down speech burn hotter with embarrassment.
Get up. Get up now and flee.
But I couldn’t make myself do it.
If there was even the slightest chance that this man might want more with me, I was going to stay and give him the opportunity to tell me that.
He came inside of me, for god’s sake.
Thatshouldn’tbe the action of a man who only wanted a one-night stand. He’d never asked me if I was on birth control. He’d just dumped his seed right into me after giving me that damn pickup line about how he wanted to be the father of my kids.
But… I hadn’t brought up the subject either. It wasn’tallon him.
Now in the harsh light of the morning after, I felt like such an idiot.
I was still fighting tears and debating whether I should leave when the bedroom door finally reopened.
Sawyer stood there. Still buck-naked. Still sporting a raging hard-on.
