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Him.
Johnny eyed me warily. “You’re sure?”
“I want to forget about it,” I confessed. “I don’t even want to think about it. Not at all…at least until I have to go home and face it.”
“If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do,” Johnny replied huskily.
I sagged in relief.
This boy.
God.
“Are you hungry?” he offered, releasing my hips and removing the comforting feeling of his hands on my skin.
My stomach growled at his offer as I reluctantly climbed off his lap.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny said with a small chuckle.
Shaking his head, he stood up and helped Sookie off the bed before turning to smile down at me. “Come on, Shannon like the river.” He inclined his head toward the door. “Let me feed you.”
On shaky legs, I trailed after Johnny and Sookie, wandering down the long hallway to the ginormous staircase.
I had to fight the smile threatening to break free when Johnny stopped at the top of the staircase to scoop up Sookie and then proceeded to carry the huge, eighty-pound-minimum Labrador down the stairs like she was a baby cradled in his arms.
Smiling, I followed after them.
“Arthritis,” he explained in an embarrassed tone when he caught me staring. “Old age.” He set her down carefully when he reached the ground floor and watched her waddle off down the hall before adding, “But she’s young at heart.”
The minute my bare feet touched the cold tiles, I yelped and jumped back onto the carpeted step.
“God,” I squeaked, shivering. “The floor’s so cold.”
“Hang on,” Johnny said and then bounded back up the staircase only to return a few minutes later holding a pair of socks.
He handed me the socks and I sat down on the steps to slip them on.
“Thanks,” I whispered, pulling the huge black socks on my feet.
Lo and behold, they were Nike brand socks.
And not the fake ones, either.
“No problem,” Johnny replied, watching me. Scratching his jaw, he added, “I don’t know why I didn’t think of socks.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him, pulling them up to my calves before standing up. “I, uh…” I shrugged helplessly and gestured at my bare legs, covered only at the thighs by his boxer shorts. “I couldn’t keep your pants up.”
His lips twitched in amusement. “No?”
I shook my head, cheeks burning. “I’m too small.”
“That’s okay,” he replied gruffly. “I like it.”
“You like it?”
“I mean I—” He shook his head and exhaled a sigh. “I mean I don’t mind.”
“Will your parents mind?” I tucked my hair behind my ear nervously. “I mean, they won’t think…”
