Page 61 of Goose

Abby

The living areas of the home faced west, giving a full view of the beach. The bedrooms faced east, toward the rising sun. Drifting in and out of sleep while the room transformed from dark to light, I realized our night together was over. Soon, the sun’s rays warmed my exposed skin. I lifted my head from his arm and turned to face him.

His brown eyes met mine. He looked soft and caring, almost as if he’d evolved as I slept. I wondered if it was me. Before I could get a word past my dry lips, he grinned and broke the morning’s silence.

“Good morning,” he said.

His morning voice was raspy, giving hint to the years I suspected he’s spent smoking. Even so, it was sexy as hell to hear.

I focused on his lips. I liked them. They were perfect for kissing. I smiled at the thought. “Good morning.”

“Sleep well?”

“I did, thank you. Did you?”

“Like a fucking baby,” he replied. “First time in nearly a month.”

I always slept well. A clear conscious was what my father always told me. I wondered if Goose’s full night’s sleep was a result of the bed, the sex, or the comfort he found in the intimacy we shared.

“I’m glad you slept well.”

“Breakfast?” he asked. “I need coffee.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Hour or so.”

I sat up. “Why didn’t you get up?”

“You were sleeping on my arm.”

I liked it that he didn’t bother waking me. I grinned. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He swept his legs over the edge of the bed, paused, and then stood. I took a guilty pleasure in seeing him naked. Like I was taking something from him I wasn’t entitled to. As he ambled to the bathroom, I took in every inch of his lean, muscular frame.

His butt was cute.

I tossed my hair and stood. “I don’t have a—”

“There’s one in here for you,” he said.

“Toothbrush?”

“I bought you one. Couple of other things, too.”

Anxious to see what he felt I needed, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and crept to the bathroom.

Standing at the sink closest to the door, he gestured toward the far sink. “The drawer beside the sink. There’s some stuff in there for you.”

I was surprised to find toothbrush, toothpaste, makeup wipes, face wash and lotion. I picked up the toothbrush and draped toothpaste over the bristles. “Thank you.”

“There’s body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in the shower.”

“You bought all this stuff, or was it here?”

He rinsed his mouth and wiped his face on a hand towel. “I’m kind of weird about stuff. I threw out anything that was left here. Shit like that creeps me out. All it did was make me think about him. And her. That’s all stuff I bought, just in case you took me up on my offer.”

“Why would I have not taken you up on it?”