As much as I tried to stay awake and enjoy his company, it was impossible. He was warm, and he smelled amazing. His touch was soothing in all the ways I'd been needing. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
And when I woke up this morning, he was still deep in his own REM cycle. Thank goodness considering if he’d seen me first he’d have noticed I was sucking my thumb. While I didn’t think it was a dealbreaker, it would definitely be something I’d be nervous to explain. I wasn’t embarrassed by what I did. It was just… different. People didn’t always do well with different.
I'd slipped away to shower on my own so I could be fresh when he woke up. I also wanted to pick out my own outfit today since he had done it the day before.
If he took care of me too much, he might decide I'm not worth the trouble.
For some reason, while I slept, those thoughts plagued my mind. Would I be too much? Was he simply entertaining me instead of actually wanting to take care of me himself?
The answers weren't all that important. What mattered was me not relying on him completely—not until I knew if being a Daddy was something he was interested in.
No reason to fall for someone if they weren't compatible with you, you know?
I dried myself off in the bathroom and then, with my towel wrapped around my waist, went back to my room. I figured he would still be asleep, but when his eyes popped open as I went to the closet, I froze.
"Well, good morning, bud," he said, voice all gravel and sex.
I didn't have to look down to know that the towel I was wearing had shifted—that it was very obvious his words caused a reaction in my body.
His eyes latched on to that part of me, and he licked his lips.
I shivered. Not because it was cold in my room, but because the heat in my spine was enough to make me want to drop my towel and climb over him to see what his mouth could do.
But I just said I didn't want to be needy. I internally berated myself for being too much.
So instead I shook my head and whispered, "Good morning," before shuffling into the closet.
I grabbed what I needed, then closed the door and quickly changed.
I could hear Simon moving around in the main area of the bedroom. He was normally quiet, but I had a feeling he was causing a ruckus to let me know he was there. I appreciated it since I worried my cold shoulder would send him away.
When I opened the door, he was seated on the edge of the bed. His jeans were missing—I figured he took them off at some point last night—and the t-shirt that I had probably drooled on was still in place along with a pair of animal print boxers.
While I wanted to know what we felt like skin to skin, I didn’t begrudge him for leaving something on. As it was, the man looked good. He didn't have to be naked for me to appreciate him.
"Come here, bud," he said, holding his hand out.
I stepped up, taking his hand in mine. He pulled me till I was standing between his legs. Looking up at me, he examined my face like he was trying to uncover some secrets.
It was difficult not to flinch under such scrutiny.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
I shook my head quickly. "No," I said.
"Do you find me attractive?" he asked.
My eyes widened, and I bit my lip. He chuckled, but squeezed my hand nonetheless. "I won't be upset if you say no, but I'm curious. Your body seems to have a reaction to me greeting you,but you ran away. I want to be sure I didn't do something to intimidate you."
I held his hand so that I could use both of mine to cover my face. I was embarrassed. He wasn't being mean or mocking me in any way, but I still felt like a fool.
His hands went to my hips and his thumbs stroked underneath my shirt. It wasn't anything extremely sexual, but I felt every inch of me light up at his touch.
"It's okay. You don't have to answer me. I'm sorry I'm pushing you."
I dropped my hands and put mine over his where they were at my waist. I could tell he was about to move them, and I didn’t want that.
"It's not that," I said, voice soft. "It's that I was hoping you wouldn't pay too much attention to what was going on down there."
