He grins and wraps his arm around me, tucking me against his side. “I’m glad you missed me, and I’m not opposed to exclusivity. I want you to myself.”
“I didn’t say I missed you,” I point out, stalling as his offer sinks in. I think I just argued myself into a relationship I’m completely unprepared for.
“Well, I missed you. Go away with me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll take a few days off work, and we’ll go somewhere. I want to spend some time with my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. Do I want to be his girlfriend? He’s too good to be true, too good to last. I’m already crazy about him. Can I really deal with another heartbreak when he leaves? He isn’t giving metime to think. It shouldn’t be a hard decision, should it? Stay home and stick to my same boring routine, or run away with a tattoo covered God and fuck our brains out. No decision really.
I know spending more time with this man I’m already too attached to isn’t a smart choice. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t seem to be all that active in the decision making process. I want to be with him. “Camping?” I suggest, after a few moments of silence.
A wide smile appears and he chuckles, “You’re perfect.”
“Yeah, don’t forget it again.”
“Why don’t we leave in the morning? I know you don’t feel well.”
“Okay,” I agree, stretching back out on the bed. Call me when you wake up tomorrow?”
He huffs and gets to his feet. “Quit trying to get rid of me, Evie. It’s not happening. I’m going to hang out today and take care of you.”
“You are, huh?”
“Yep, Deal with it. I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind.”
“You think because you have a big cock, I’m going to give you your way all the time?” I tease.
“No, that’ll be because I know how to use it to make you scream. Now, I’m going to get us some takeout and movies.” He leaves the room and returns with a bottle of water. “Drink this, and take a nap.”
“Again with the orders.”
“Fine. Please drink the water and take a nap.”
“Was that so hard?”
“It’s always hard when I’m near you. Feel better, Panda. I really want to fuck you in a tent.” He kisses me on the forehead and leaves the room before I can think of a reply. Really, what do you say to that?
A call from Ian wakes me a few hours later. “Hung over?” he asks, and I know he’s grinning.
“Not so bad now. How about you?”
“I’m never hung over. So, did you work things out withMason, or do I need to kick his ass?”
“Apparently, I have a boyfriend.”
“Whoa. That’s great, Ev. It’s about damn time.”
“Shut up. I don’t know how I feel about it yet.” I drop my voice, unsure if Mason is nearby.
“You’re scared. Get over it and give the guy a chance.”
“I am.”
“A real chance. Quit looking for any little reason to tell yourself it won’t work.”
“I don’t do that!”
