“Where did you sleep?”
He looked embarrassed. “You fell asleep, so I went upstairs and grabbed a blanket to cover you. I was going to leave, but after I put the blanket on you, you mumbled for me to stay.” He shrugged then continued, “So, I locked up the house and sat back down on the couch. You curled up next to me, and I couldn’t help it. I dozed off.”
I blinked. He slept here with me on this tiny couch. That was sweet. “That had to be uncomfortable.”
He grinned at me and took a sip of his coffee. I watched as his Adam’s apple gulped down the liquid. I stopped breathing and then I realized I was holding my breath.
“Is there more?” I gestured to his coffee.
“Yeah,” he watched me and a smile danced in his eyes.
I stood up to head to the kitchen, shoving the blanket aside and that’s when I noticed the pair of jeans around one of my ankles. I scrunched my eyebrows. “Why are my pants off?”
Rys raised his brows, “Don’t ask me, you’re the one who took them off. You were mumbling about being hot. Do you know you talk in your sleep?”
“Shoot, shoot, shoot!” I’d been told I was a lousy person to sleep with, but Bradley was a deep sleeper, nothing ever woke him up. “What did I say?” I put my hand over my face and peeked through my fingers in embarrassment. “Was it bad?” I walked towards the kitchen, still covering my face. I chanced a glance at him and he was openly laughing at me, his chest moving up and down with the low chuckle.
“Nothing, I didn’t enjoy hearing.” His voice had a lightness to it that made my heart beat faster.
Oh, God. What did that mean?
“Maple,” he said between laughs.
“Yeah?” I asked mortified.
“Since we’re “just friends” and all, you might want to pull your pants up. Not that I’m not enjoying the view.”
“Oh, God!” I said, embarrassment flashed across my face. My cheeks were no doubt blazing red. I needed to hide. I turned to dash back to the couch and under the comfort of the blanket, but in doing so my foot caught on the pant leg and I was falling. The floor approached at rapid speed.
“Whoa, there!” Strong arms wrapped around my waist pulling me back up and into him, saving me from utter disaster. Warm coffee sloshed on the back of my leg, but I didn’t care because I was pressed up against him. His hard body was up against mine and my hand, with a mind of its own, was touching his chest. My heart rate accelerated. He held me in his arms last night, but somehow being pressed into him right then, felt like the first time any man had held me in his arms. It felt powerful. I could feel his heart beating and with each thump, I felt stronger; bolder. He set his coffee down behind him on the table and then returned his arm around me. I could feel his jeans against my legs, and I suddenly wished it was his skin I felt. It was a second, maybe two, that I just stayed immobile in his arms, feeling him against me. He inched a tad closer and an almost inaudible gasp left my lips. He heard it, though. His eyes darkened and I swore I saw a look of lust. My breasts swelled and I stared up at him, wondering what he would do. Would he kiss me?