While she was right about one thing, they had been best friends for years, she was wrong about the secrets part. Because if she knew his biggest secret of all, she would never have agreed to allow him to drive her this weekend.
Unaware himself, he’d been harboring feelings for her. But for how long? Who knew.
Davis’s eyes dragged over her slowly. Too slow. Deliciously slow. The smooth skin on her legs, leading to black, lacy panties, and a perfect bellybutton he’d seen a hundred times in less than innocuous situations—trips to the pool and beach, changing into costumes.
But now? Now everything about her, especially that dark, sultry look in her blue eyes, and her soft lips, somehow poutier than normal, lured him in.
Looking at her in this way was wrong. He ran his hand over the back of his neck and mustered the strength to put an end to this. He crossed the room and reached his hands out to her.
“C’mon, you can finish getting changed in the bathroom.” He yanked her up and nudged her in the direction of the bathroom, doing his damnedest not to look at her backside in the barely-there underwear.
She didn’t argue, which was saying something. A whole lot of somethings. Either she’d realized this was a mistake, or she didn’t feel like arguing.
He flipped the bathroom light on for her and she stood inside, her dark hair looking wild. It took all his strength to shut the door with him on the other side of it.
“Wait. Bag?” she called.
Right.
“On it.” He grabbed the duffel and she opened the door just as he was about to knock.
“Thanks.” She smiled and reached for her bag.
Their fingers grazed before he released it, and tiny jolts of electricity buzzed through him. It took everything in him to not pull her straight into his arms. Instead, he took a tentative step backward and she shut the door.
He dragged his fingers through his hair and spun around, eyes landing on the queen size bed that was a no-go. He needed to get that issue figured out quick, because if a single touch of her fingers made him ache to grab her and pull her close, there was no possible way in this freaking world he could lay next to her half-naked body all night.
“Hey, I’m gonna go to the front desk and see if they can get us a new room.”
The bathroom door opened. Kelsey stood there dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Okay, so maybe not half-naked, which was a slight disappointment. What was worse was that even fully clothed, so simple and relaxed, she tempted him like a kid in a candy store.
Damn, his head was a disaster when it came to her.
“What’s the problem? Why would we need a new room?”
He threw up his hands, flustered. “Uh, did you not notice? There’s only one bed.”
She glanced at the bed she’d just been sprawled out on only a few minutes before. She shrugged. “What’s the big deal? We’ve shared a bed before.”
“Yeah, but that was a long time ago. It hasn’t been since, since…before…” His words died in his throat.
“Um…maybe we sleep head to toe or something,” she suggested, hunching a shoulder, and biting her lower lip.
“You do know that’s what everyone suggests when faced with this dilemma? Like in every movie. What are we now? A cliche?”
She gasped mockingly. “Never.”
He pushed a fist into her shoulder softly. “Shut up.”
“You know I’d never let that happen. As much as I love movies because they’re so predictable, I do hate cliches.”
“I know you do.”
“Uh…we sleep traditionally, head to head,” she said next.
“That’s not any better,” he mumbled, his imagination of the two of them in bed side by side running wild.
“Well, I don’t know.” She threw up her hands. “All I know is, it’s late and we should just try to get some sleep.”
