Wolfe opens his mouth, then stops himself and shakes his head. “I think it’s time for bed.”
A collective groan echoes through the room, but I can breathe. I don’t want to believe that him not looking at Mrs. Topless means anything, but it’s hard not to hope.
The topless girl begins to say something, but Wolfe ignores her and walks around the card table in only his boxers, leaving his clothes where they lie. Even if this is only for our agreement and we’re going to our separate rooms, it’s better than him taking someone else to bed.
He knocks his shoulder against mine and pauses. “Are you going to bed too?”
“Yes, I’m exhausted.” I turn and follow him.
Wolfe proudly strolls through the house and up the stairs to his bedroom, and I’m not mad to be behind him.
The primary bedroom is the first, and he stops outside it.
“Thank you,” I whisper, not really trusting myself to say more this drunk.
“For what?” He leans against the doorframe and fills it.
I know I shouldn’t open my mouth, but the words tumble out. “Going to bed…not stripping…not looking at her…”
“Who?” he asks, playing confused.
He can’t be serious.
“The girl next to you who had her tits out.”
He reaches for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I didn’t notice.”
I almost believe him. “You’re sweet.”
He looks at our joined hands. “I missed you this week.”
“I missed you, too,” I say against my better judgment.
“Sleep in here tonight?” He tugs at my hand.
“Is that a good idea?”
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WOLFE
Itry not to let the rejection hit me hard. I don’t know how to make him stop pulling back.
“Angel,” I plead, tugging his hand.
“What if Seaborn notices?”
“You sleep in my room all the time. He’s never cared.” I’d made it weird, and I hate myself for it.
Should I just tell him we can call it off if we can just go back to normal? I don’t know what’s right anymore. I get he’s not into me, but we’ve had sleepovers for years.
He rubs his thumb over mine. “I don’t know.”
It hits me, and my heart sinks. Maybe he only tolerated the sleepovers so I could get away from my mother and stepfather.
He’s trying to let me down with grace, and I know I’m a lot.
I release his hand. “It’s okay.”
