Nash draped his big arm over him. When Abi wiggled around to get Nash to roll away, Nash shushed him and pulled him in tighter.
“I have to pee,” Abi whispered right before he wiggled again.
Nash patted Abi on his ass. “Stay still, boy.”
Abi sighed. “You’re very protective of someone who could kill you in your sleep.”
“Hilarious.”
“I’m not joking.” Not that Abi could hurt Nash, but he’d kill him ten different ways in his mind if he didn’t let Abi up. “Seriously, it’s hurting.”
Just the thought that Nash might cause Abi pain did the trick.
Abi scrambled out of bed and practically ran to the bathroom. Relieving himself had never felt so good, but it took a second for his body to get the memo that it wasn’t having sex.
He washed his hands before heading back into the main room.
Nash had rolled onto his back. The blankets covered his abdomen and lower half, but it left his chest exposed. His eyes were closed.
All Abi wanted was to curl up next to him, but that would be a dangerous thing to do.
Their eyes met when Nash opened his. Abi cleared his throat and looked away. Clothing seemed like a good idea, so he went to his bag, grabbed the first pair of underwear he saw, and put them on. Then he took his bag and carried it to the bed they didn’t use.
He sat on the bed, facing Nash with the bag beside him.
Nash watched him the entire time without saying a word. He scooted until he was sitting against the headboard. The blankets pooled around his waist.
“You’re running from me.” A crease formed on Nash’s forehead.
“It’s not like I got very far.” Abi gestured to the air between them. “Last night was great, but it can’t happen again.”
Nash’s jaw ticked, and without a word, Nash went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Abi’s chest ached. He doubled over, his chest resting on his legs as he wrapped his arms around his head. If he could just shut out the memory of last night, then maybe he could think.
The door opened. The scent of soap and cinnamon floated to him as Nash entered the room. Nash didn’t say a word as he dressed.
Abi sucked in a breath when a door closed again.
Nash had left.
Abi ran to the door and pulled it open.
Nash headed for the elevator. “Where are you going?”
“Out.” Nash wore the tightest jeans known to the human body and a black T-shirt under a vest with patches all over it.
Was this the real Nash? The pissed-off biker who was clearly shutting Abi out.
Nash didn’t seem to care about blowing their cover.
“Nash. Please.”
Nash turned, growling. When he saw Abi standing in his underwear in the hallway, his growl deepened. “Get inside before someone sees you.”
“I don’t care if they do. All I care about is you.” Abi didn’t intend to say that. The words just sort of came out like vomit. If he had thoughtabout it at all, he would have said something that didn’t contradict himself.
Nash just shook his head and turned toward the elevator. “I’ll be back in time to leave for the event tonight.”
