He might have looked plain, but something about him made Lana suppress a shiver.
“I’m plan B.”
THE SMALL SLIVERof light from the window the night before was no longer nostalgic or cute. It was annoying.
Eve swatted at the nuisance before rolling over to bury her face into the covers.
It took a few beats to realize there wasn’t a man where he used to be.
Suddenly, Eve was wide awake.
She rolled onto her back and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.
The night before had never been on a list of possibilities for Eve. And never had she thought that sharing a bed with Darius would lead to anything other than talking. Maybe an accidental cuddle after she had fallen asleep.
Not a kiss.
Not everything that had followed.
Warmth went from below her waist right up to her cheeks.
And everything certainly had happened.
Eve placed her hands on her face and did a little wiggle. She wasn’t embarrassed, but she wasn’t going to pretend that she was calm either.
She had already loved every inch of Darius before their time together, but now? Now she’d seen and touched most of those inches. How could they come back from that?
Didthey come back from that?
Or were they not something new?
Were they together?
Or had the familiar just been the only thing they could cling to with all the chaos around them?
Eve slid her hands down her face, sighing once her lips were clear.
After their time together the night before, they hadn’t talked much. At least not about what had changed between them, not about their relationship, their futures. They had showered, gotten back into bed and fallen asleep quickly.
They hadn’t gotten down to the fine print of their new arrangement.
But he had to care about her, right?
Eve flung the covers off and hurried out of bed. A soreness south of her waistline reminded her that she definitely hadn’t been dreaming about what they had done either.
How Darius reacted to her now would surely give her an idea of what he was thinking. If he didn’t say a word about it, then she wouldn’t either. If he declared his love for her? She would already be yelling hers at him. If he admitted it was nothing but a safe place to rest with someone he knew wouldn’t give him griefafter? Well, she would probably go cry in the bathroom when he wasn’t looking.
Either way, Eve decided that it was now or never.
Shehadto have some kind of answer.
She threw her hair up high, took her jeans from the dresser and pulled on an old shirt. On reflex she patted her back pocket once she was dressed. Her phone was, of course, not there.
Remembering where her cell had been plugged in the night before, Eve turned to the nightstand, and something caught her eye at the window.
Her blood turned to ice.
The gap between the curtains was filled with a face.
