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The realization hits me like a ton of bricks.
I’m in Abel’s bed.
Also, he called me his girl last night.
Holy God.
I bolt upright. Tugging the charger off my phone, I kill the alarm and try to get ahead of the disbelief—the panic—that streaks through me as I take in my unfamiliar surroundings.
Cher and Tai peer at me from their crate on the floor. Their black eyes shine in the soft light that pours through the windows.
I put my hand on my forehead, smoothing my bangs out of my eyes. The view of the marsh from up here is nothing short of breathtaking. Alternating swaths of grass and calm water, all of it painted gold by the rising sun. I inhale, feeling the marsh’s peace, its vastness, in the bottom of my lungs.
My runaway pulse slows.
How is Abel’s place even more unbelievably beautiful today than it was yesterday? Granted, it was getting dark when I arrived, so I wasn’t able to fully appreciate the views, or the way the light slants into the room, giving it a cozy vibe.
A very cozy, very sexy vibe.
I’m a morning sex kind of gal. There’s something about lingering in bed, meeting eyes in the light of day, that turns me on. I haven’t had morning sex in... a while. Brian’s not the type of guy to spend the night, much less hang out the next morning.
I wonder how much morning sex this bed has seen. A lot, if I had to guess.
An ache gathers inside my shorts. If I wasn’t in someone else’s bed in someone else’s house, I would one hundred percent dig my vibrator out of the bedside table drawer. Give myself a nice start to the day. I won’t be hooking up with anyone for the time being, so I guess the only orgasms I’ll be having will be self-administered.
But the dogs need to go out. And I need to be extra careful. I’m not sure I could survive the humiliation of Abel catching me in the act. Would he ask me to leave?
Would he ask to join me?Ridiculous.
Cher whines.
“All right, honey. I’m up.”
Getting out of bed, I quickly check my phone. My heart skips a beat when I see Brian’s name on my screen.
He texted me at 12:08 last night.
U out? I’m at Satty’s
A booty call. Which is fine. I still wish I was the girl he textedbeforemidnight.
I wish that very much. And for some reason that makes me feel ashamed. Which is bullshit. It’s not my fault I want something more than a hookup. But maybe it is my fault fornot playing it cooler. For not being more available, less obsessed with “finding my person”.
Now I’ve got my hopes up, and he texts me less and less when I want to see him more and more.
I’m too obsessed with playing it cool to text him back. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a pang of regret. Part of me wishes I’d been out last night. That I’d caught him at the right time. Although again, I wonder if I feel this way because I like Brian and I wanted to see him, or I want the happily-ever-after part of my life to happen already.
Really, do my feelings haveanythingto do with Brian?
I jump at the rap on the door.
“Jenny? You up? Thought I heard you.”
Abel’s voice sounds rougher. Deeper. Is it just muffled by the door? Or is this how he sounds in the morning, like a hungry grizzly bear?
My nipples get the memo. They’re suddenly rock hard.
“Yeah. Yes. We’re up.”
