“Remind me what animal that is again.”
“The cat.”
“Oh, fuck. Thank god.”
“Why? Did you think I let the rats loose on you?”
He groaned, his eyes drifting shut once more. Apparently, the cat, the lights, and me weren’t enough to keep Bodhi’s interest. Yep, this was going to take a little charm on my part. Bending down to within an inch of his face, I hummed a happy little tune until he could no longer ignore my bumblebee like presence.
This time when his lids fluttered open, I assaulted him with my biggest brightest smile. “Hi again. In case you forgot, my name is Breeze and I’m your fire buddy from last night.”
“Yes, I remember you.” He smiled. “The girl with the forehead boner.”
My hand flew to the bump. After all the gushing I’d just done in my head for him, the first thing he remembered about me was my protruding knot?
Way to make an impression, Breeze.
Jumping out of bed, I stared down at him with a condemning glare.
“Was it something I said?” He shifted onto his side. I watched the cat slide off his back. Propping on his elbow, he treated me to a nice view of his impressive rack of firm, defined abs.
Oh yeah, that was… wow. Yep.
My gaze inadvertently dipped lower, and I was visually assaulted by the party in his skintight pants. Momentarily losing my train of thought, I couldn’t recall why I’d jumped to my feet so quickly in the first place.
“Can you please put that away?” Confused, he looked around. “Your dick, doofus,” I huffed. “It’s all up in my face.”
Bodhi laughed. “I think you would know if my dick was up in your face. Besides, this is your fault.”
Mine? Well, damn he did remember me. Way to go, Girl! I was super flattered. I mean, even with a pregnancy pouch between my eyes, he still found me attractive enough this morning to create a pup tent in his pants.
“I told you these leggings were too tight. I’ve got no room for my junk.”
Wow, okay. He still had room to grow. I mean last night I hadn’t stopped to consider size, but okay. Impressive. Focus, Breeze… on something other than…
“You alright there, Pinocchio?” he asked with a smirk.
My cheeks ignited and I spun for the bathroom so I could examine my forehead erection, but Bodhi caught my wrist.
“I’m kidding. Where are you going?”
“Where do you think I’m going, jerk?” I shook loose of his hold. “Now that you’ve made me aware of the monstrosity on my forehead, I need to see for myself what I’m dealing with.”
A mischievous smile stretched wide across his face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“You think this is funny?”
“No.” He pressed his lips together, trapping a chuckle.
“All right, go ahead and have your fun but we’ll just see who’ll be the last one laughing, because this right here,” I pointed to my knobby knoll, “is street cred. What do you have to show for last night? Huh? Yoga pants?”
Bodhi looked down, checking for battle wounds and imperfections. But even the singed ends of his hair looked like a hip new fashion statement. Satisfied he’d come out of the night unscathed, he shrugged.
“Just what I thought, poser. You’ve got nothing.”
“Damn girl! You’re all spicy this morning,” he said, grabbing me again. Only this time his grip was like iron and he pulled me on top of him. “Are you always like this or is the extra blood flow to your brain altering your personality?”
That’s it.
