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Not waiting for my answer, he shut off the water, opened the shower door, and stepped out. He grabbed a fluffy towel from the warming rack and handed it to me.
“Dry off,” he said, giving me a dark look. “And stop being so sexy.”
My lips curved. “All right.”
I wasn’t doing anything but reacting to him. But I didn’t point that out, just dried myself quickly. Even so, I was slower than him.
With a towel around his waist, he disappeared into the other room. He returned with his sweatpants hanging low on his narrow hips.
“Wear this.” He held his white T-shirt over my head.
“Okay.” I lifted my arms, and he put it on me. Softness and his woodsy and leather scent settled around me. “Thank you, but won’t you be cold without it?”
“I’ll have you to warm me.”
Yes, he will.I couldn’t wait to climb into his bed with him.
He took my hand, switching off the light before leading me into the other room. “Which side do you like to sleep on?” he asked, gesturing.
“I don’t have a side, really.”
I’d never slept with Collin, and I’d never slept peacefully with Martin. But I yanked back hard on that thought. It didn’t belong here.
“This one then.” Deciding for me, he pointed.
I climbed up, and he went around to the other side. I held back the covers, and after he settled beneath them, I released my hold. He turned off his lamp, and I turned off mine. Even with the room plunged into darkness, in a mostly unfamiliar space, I felt safe with him.
But I didn’t stay on my side of the bed. He grabbed me and drew me backward into him.
“This is nice,” I said, scooting my ass into his crotch.
“Better than nice.” He wrapped his arm tighter around my chest.
He was right. It was better. It was perfect.
“Good night.” I tucked his hand between my breasts, settling in.
“Good night, darlin’.”
He threw his leg over me. I was wrapped up good and tight. I felt protected, cherished, and loved. It was a novel feeling that I savored.
What I couldn’t do for some reason was sleep, even though I was exhausted, so I counted his breaths. One became many before he squeezed me.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” he asked.
“I can’t. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to keep you up.” I exhaled a frustrated breath. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“An unfamiliar bed, maybe?”
“No, I don’t think that’s it.”
“What is?” he asked gently. “You can tell me anything,con bu?m c?a tôi. You know this, right?”
It was becoming apparent. I flipped over so I could place my hand on his cheek. “I’ve missed being able to confide in you.”
“You were alone a long time. Did you have no one to talk to?”
“I talked to my daughter,” I said, and saw his eyes widen because of a little slice of light peeking through the shutters from the two windows that faced the street. “Well, sometimes I talked to her out loud when I was pregnant. Afterward, I mostly wrote letters to her in notebooks. I have seventeen years of them in my closet at my apartment.”
