Page 40 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I’ll lose my shit if I’m living under the same roof as these guys. Personal space is a necessity. There’s no way I’m sharing a bathroom and doing god knows what else with these three.

“I can’t.”

“You can have my bed,” volunteers Knox.

He receives an angry look from Eli, like he was just about to make the same offer.

“Where will you stay then? You obviously can’t sleep out here,” Eli says.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” says Knox.

I’m used to the princess treatment—people giving things up for me. But I did not expect Knox to give up his bed. For some reason, I feel like I owe him my life—which, now that I think about it, I probably do. Maybe he’s not the monster I first thought he was. Still, that doesn’t mean I should let my guard down completely.

“Why would you sleep on the couch?”

“Because you’re the guest.”

“And because you don’t want to put up with my snoring?” I raise a brow.

Crickets.

“You don’t snore… that much,” Eli offers.

“Okay, fine. I’ll pack up and be up there in a bit.”

“We’ll get your bags for you,” volunteers Knox.

“No. I’ve got them.”

Eli frowns, and I feel his eyes on me as I walk into the bathroom. I gather my clothes into a pile and dump them into my bag. Normally I would fold them neatly, but I’m in a rush. Eli is watching me, analyzing my every move.

And it’s making me nervous.

I generally don’t get nervous unless I’m watching myself in a movie for the first time.

“Don’t you have bread to make or something?”

When he doesn’t respond, I look up and find him only six inches away.

Holy shit. His brown eyes have got to be up there as the best I’ve ever seen.

I slowly stand back to full height, scared that my knees will buckle or that this tiny towel will drop, and I’ll reveal myself to him a second time.

I’m still standing, but now I’m wobbling a bit.

“Whoa, careful,” says Eli, grabbing my waist without thinking twice.

“Umm,” I mumble, trying not to overthink his touch. But it’s hard to do that when his hands are sending shivers throughout my whole body.

I stare at his hand. He needs to let go before the shivers get worse, but I fear my knees are too weak to hold me up. If he lets go, I fall, and this towel drops. I’m fucked either way.

“Hey.” Eli catches my chin in his hand, and my stomach drops.

I part my lips, needing more air.

“About yesterday.”

Oh, no. Please, no.