I hear the shower shut off, so I close my messages. It isn’t long before Scarlett comes out in a white set. Her toned legs that seem to go on forever, the slight swell of her breasts peeking up over the top of the white cotton. Long, chestnut brown hair still wet, resting down her back and over her shoulders. I tilt my head back, looking up to the ceiling, willing myself not to react to her looking like that.
She snaps me out of my little trance pretty quick, “So what are we doing about the bed?”
“You can take the floor.” I shrug, making her jaw drop. “I’m injured.”
“Levi, it’s a king bed. We can just share the bed for the night.”
I refuse to give in, no matter how much I want to.
“Please, Scarlett. Is that just your way of getting me into bed? Pretty weak attempt if I’m being honest.”
Oops. I think I made her mad again, a crimson flush creeping up her chest.
“I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last man on Earth.” She glares at me before continuing, “We can share this bed if you don’t want to sleep on the floor, but you cannot make me.”
She’s so stubborn, there’s no way around this.
I roll my eyes as she walks closer, a soft scent of vanilla emanates from her, from what I assume is her body wash.
She climbs into the other side of the bed, the lamp beside the bed casting a soft golden light across her skin, catching on her collarbone, across her shoulder.
I break the silence, about ready for this day to be over. “It’s already eight and it’s been a long day. Let’s just get some sleep, yeah?”
“Sure, but let me get some more pillows first,” Scarlett says, as she ambles back off the bed slightly unsteady, walking over toward the built-in wardrobe.
She slides the door open, and I see extra pillows and blankets on the top shelf. Scarlett proceeds to grab all of them, and despite the pile being so high that she can’t see ahead of her, she somehow makes it to the bed without tripping or dropping anything, much to my surprise.
Once she makes it to the bed, she drops the bedding before starting to situate it – and by that, I mean placing the pillows right down the centre of the bed.
I look at her, perplexed.
“What…” I trail off, before starting up again, “Scarlett, what is this?”
“What I like to call a prevention guard.” She glances toward me before looking back and continuing, “It’ll make sure you keep your dirty mitts off me.”
Jaw? On the floor. Dick? Slightly hard.
I can’t help but smirk though. I don’t know why I would have expected anything else.
I try to seem unaffected, just rolling my eyes instead – which I seem to be doing a lot around this girl.
“Whatever,” I say as I pull back the covers and climb into bed.
I turn so I’m facing away from her, “Turn off the lamp when you’re ready, please. We need a decent amount of rest to be able to deal with each other.”
I hear a shocked laugh fall out of her before the lamp is off, cloaking us in darkness. I hear her shuffling around, the sheetsrustling as she attempts to get comfortable before my eyelids get heavy and I doze off into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SCARLETT
Anice wash of warmth the sunrise coats me before I’ve even opened my eyes. Bed sheets are tangled around my legs, heavy and feeling slightly too warm, and there’s a steady, slow rhythm of breathing beside me that… isn’t mine.
Then, the past twenty-four hours come back to me in pieces. The road trip, the storm, the flat tire resulting in getting bogged, and then finally ending up at the inn with only one bed. Fuck. I roll my eyes internally just thinking about it. Just our luck, I swear.
With my eyes half open, I turn my head to look behind me to see Levi’s head resting just behind my shoulder. I sweep my gaze from his face, down his neck which is somehow muscular? I hate that. Anyway, I keep going, eyes following down over his shoulder, to his arm wrapped loosely, yet possessive, around my waist. And is that… yup, his legs tangled through mine.
Opening my eyes a little further, I glance around the room. The pillows scattered across the room, and the bed cover lying on the floor beside the bed.
