“I need to go.”
“We literally discussed how you don’t need to go anywhere for a few hours mere minutes ago.”
He doesn’t get it. I can’t get used to waking up in his arms. Not when he’ll be gone soon and I’ll be right back to where I was when the summer began. He needs to return to the friend zone and stay there.
“This isn’t a start of us.”
He growls. “Why not?”
“Because we agreed. It was only for one night.”
“I never agreed.”
I roll out of bed. I can’t have this discussion while lying in his arms. “I literally said I’m not yours and you agreed it was only for one night.”
He stands and prowls toward me. I’m tempted to retreat, but I’m not allowing any man to back me into a corner. I will stand my ground.
He palms my neck and draws me near. “I agreed you were mine for last night. I didn’t agree it was the only night.”
“Semantics.”
He squeezes my neck. “I’m trying to take things slow.”
I motion to the bed. “Slow is not in your vocabulary.”
He smirks. “I can show you slow now.”
My nipples tingle. My body is on board with another round with Gage. But my mind knows better. Another round will tether me harder to him. And then he’ll leave. And I’ll be heartbroken. I’m too busy to handle a heartbreak.
“I need to go.”
He studies my face for a moment before releasing me and stepping back. “You can go, but what’s between us isn’t over.”
“There’s nothing between us. Except friendship. We’re friends.”
His eyes darken. “Friends don’t do the things I did to you last night.”
“Which is why last night won’t be repeated.”
“You’re stubborn, songbird.”
I grin. “And proud of it.”
He chuckles. “Go. We’ll speak later.” I hurry toward the door but he hollers after me. “You might want to put on more than my t-shirt before you go outside.”
I glance down at myself. Sure enough. I’m wearing his t-shirt. It covers up all the important bits since it hangs nearly to my knees. But entering my house wearing Gage’s t-shirt is a bad idea in so many ways I can’t even begin to name them.
I stomp back to the bedroom and gather my clothes. I hurry to the bathroom to get dressed. When I’m finished and enter the living room area of the suite, Gage is preparing a coffee at the coffee bar.
“Here.” He hands me a to-go cup of coffee.
“Thanks,” I mutter before sipping on the brew. The warmth hits me and I sigh. I needed that. I offer him his t-shirt. “Here.”
“Keep it. I want you to sleep in my t-shirt.”
“You want me to sleep in your t-shirt?”
“And dream of me while you’re sleeping.”
