“I have to go to my room,” I say, lifting from my seat abruptly. “Lots to do. Gotta stop into work in the morning for a bit and, um, laundry and stuff.” I turn and exit the room as quickly as I can, slinking back down the hallway and closing my bedroom door behind me.
Phew, that was a close one.
Everything that man does turns me on. He scratched his fucking chin, and I was ready to be spread over that counter all over again.It’s ok, it’s ok. Breathe.Everything will be fine. I just have to wait for the fog of sexual tension to lift.
God, I hope it lifts soon.
CHAPTER 18
WAYLON
I’m not sayingI’m disappointed by Lyric ending our little arrangement, but I am saying damn, that fucking sucks. Don’t worry, I’m not the type of guy who gets all twisted in knots about things like this. Okay, did it sting a little bit? Yeah, sure. But all good things must come to an end, right? Hell, everybody I know is divorced or separated. Or dead. There’s no sense in getting comfortable.
Tater drops his ball at my foot and sits back on his butt, waiting for my next toss. I pick it up and chuck it across the lawn. When Lyric left for work this morning, I was a little surprised. I definitely thought she was lying to me yesterday when she said that. Speaking of, I don’t know what got her panties in a bunch. I was perfectly respectful. Didn’t do a thing wrong.
I scratch my chin the same way I did yesterday. Nope, it’s normal. It might need a little trim, but I’m not gonna risk it. One false move and my night of swashbuckling turns into memoping in the corner with a bald face. Nope. I’d rather be a little shaggy.
Maybe it’s a good thing she called things off. I was probably in over my head. Let’s face it, Lyric isn’t the kind of woman you only want to fuck. She’s the kind of girl you want to spend your Saturday nights with, binging some random show on the couch with snacks and a smoke. She’s the kind of girl you’re gonna like waking up to. Because I did like waking up to her. But that feels dangerous to admit even to myself.
It was really fucking nice. The weight of her against my chest, my arms wrapped around her. That heavenly scent in my nose. I’m man enough to say when I like something and I liked it. Hell, I likeher. All the more reason to pull back. There’s already a fuck up on our record, no need to add another. Because I’ll do what I do best and blow it before she can. That’s just standard operating procedure for me.
One could argue that I need to deal with that insecurity, but I’ve been doin’ just fine all my adult life. It’s a hard lesson but people leave. Period. Better me than them.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I pull it out and open my texts.
RIDGE
So Darcy tells me that Lyric is ready to look for a serious relationship.
What the hell? Since when? Shit, I guess I know why she called off our arrangement. Still, something about it stings a little. But Ridge doesn’t know any of that.
ME
Shit. I guess I was a dumbass to think I’d keep a roommate for longer this time.
RIDGE
That’s all you have to say?
ME
Uh, yeah?
RIDGE
Hmm. Interesting.
ME
What’s that supposed to mean?
RIDGE
Nothing, man. I’m just surprised, is all.
ME
Why?
