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“Breakfast.”

“Go away. I’m meditating.”

Meditating? Was she really meditating, or was that a code word for something else?

He moved back into the kitchen and put her food on a tray. Normally, he’d try to force her out here so that he could keep an eye on how much she was eating. But if anyone deserved a bit more rest, it was her.

He balanced the tray on one hand while he knocked on her bedroom door again. “I’m coming in.”

He gave her a few seconds in case she was naked, not that he hadn’t already seen her naked, and wow, she was a beautiful sight.

Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about how gorgeous she was. How much he wanted to touch and kiss her all over.

Think something unsexy. Think something unsexy.

Zander in a tutu.

And nothing else.

Yep, that did it. His cock managed to shrink right back down.

There was no protest, so he stepped into her bedroom. For a moment, he couldn’t see her. The bed was just a pile of blankets on top of a mattress. It looked like it hadn’t been made in weeks.

When she got up, he’d try to change the sheets and make it properly for her.

He set the tray down on the bedside table, and suddenly the bedding moved.

A small head peered out at him, and he raised an eyebrow as Kevin’s nose twitched.

“Kevin, come back here. We’re not adulting today. We’re not even living. We’re just going to stay in bed and pretend we don’t exist.”

“But you do exist,” he said to her. “And I wouldn’t like it if you didn’t exist.”

Again, the memory of touching her bare skin came back to him. She was so freaking gorgeous with her smooth skin and those curves.

Okay. He knew he shouldn’t have looked at her. He’d been trying to keep his gaze over her shoulder to be respectful, but he was just human after all, and he couldn’t resist a few peeks down at her beautiful body.

Don’t think about that right now.

But before he could imagine Zander in a tutu again, she moved her head out from under the covers. She just happened to be facing him, and that meant her face was nearly parallel with his expanding dick.

Christ. He had to get out of here. He turned abruptly and then paused in the doorway of her bedroom with his back to her.

“Eat your food. Stay in bed. Don’t answer the door if anyone comes to it.”

Stepping out, he shut the door then leaned against it. Fuck, had she seen? Had she noticed? He ran a hand over his face.

Being around her was a special kind of torture, one that seemed to grow with every moment.

The reason he’d left the other night was because he’d been really close to kissing her, which wasn’t at all acceptable. She’d just lost Charlie. If he came on to her, it would make him no better than those idiots that kept turning up on her doorstep, hoping that she’d say yes to dating them.

He had to resist this desire for her. He was here to take care of her, not pressure her into anything that she wasn’t ready for.

And Aimee wasn’t a one-night-stand type of girl anyway. She deserved forever, not something short and fleeting. After everything that she’d been through with Charlie, the way that he’d treated her, she needed stability.

And she might also need some time to herself before she entered into anything else.

It wasn’t like he could offer her anything. He couldn’t offer her forever, because that wasn’t how he was made. He wasn’t the guy that you married and had a happily ever after with.