Page 114 of Property of Bob

“Yeah.”

Her body relaxed slightly at the sound of my voice. “You awake?”

“No.”

She laughed softly. I felt it against my chest. “You’re talking.”

“Could be doing it in my sleep,” I suggested.

She shifted her head enough to look back at me. I lifted mine from the pillow so I could see her better. Her hair was a mess. There was a faint crease across one cheek from the pillow, and her eyes were still heavy from sleep.

She looked fucking beautiful.

“You came in here,” I said.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You invited me.”

“I did.”

“Then why are you saying it like I broke into your room?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“You had a tone.”

“I just woke up.”

“You still had a tone.” Ramona’s gaze dropped to my mouth.

I hadn’t wanted to look too closely at it when I could barely stand without getting winded. I’d had enough shit happening without adding wanting Ramona to the list.

But lying here with her tucked against me made pretending pretty fucking pointless. Especially when she was looking at my mouth.

My thumb moved before I thought about it, brushing once over the soft fabric covering her stomach.

Ramona’s eyes lifted back to mine.

“You stayed,” I said.

Her lips parted slightly. “I fell asleep.”

“Not what I meant.”

She knew it.

I saw it in her face.

Her hand was still covering mine. “You grabbed me,” she whispered.

I frowned. “What?”

“When I got into bed, I was on the other side.” The corner of her mouth lifted. “You rolled over, grabbed me, and pulled me against you.”

“I did?”

“You were asleep.”

I looked down at where my arm was wrapped around her. “Huh.”