Corbin paced down the short hall. “Bathroom’s on the left. Feel free to wash up. Bedroom is on the right.”
He cleared his throat. “It might be a tight fit tonight. Hopkins is used to spreading out. He’s a bed hog.”
I stared in surprise at the tiny bedroom he’d led me to. It was obviously in active use.
“This is your room?” I asked.
“Uh, yep. Sure is.” Corbin stared at the wall, refusing to make eye contact.
“And… are we… both sleeping here tonight?” The space in the cabin seemed to shrink as sparks of heat shot through me.
“Well, that is the tricky part,” he drawled. “It’s the only bed in the cabin so, yep. But I won’t get handsy with you, Poppy. You don’t have to worry about that. It might just be an awkward night for the both of us.”
“Oh,” I squeaked out.
I was trying to imagine what it would be like to have his big frame sleeping next to me in the bed. And unfortunately, the thought of it was turning me into melted sugar. I felt my pussy go wet at the idea.
“Well, we’re both grown-ups. We’ll figure it out.”
“Yup. Better than being cold up at the farmhouse,” he rumbled, still unable to meet my eye.
He went on. “I don’t fit on the couch. I’m too tall. And honestly,” his eyes raked up and down my body for a second, “I don’t think you’d fit either.”
I stood there trying to decide if he’d just called me fat or paid me a compliment.
Before I could decipher what he’d said, he walked out of the bedroom. And I realized that was it. No goodnight message from my grumpy prince.
A chuckle bubbled up my throat. Corbin was a strange man, but somehow he’d started to captivate me.
I brushed up, then headed to bed, happy when Hopkins joined me.
It felt strange crawling under Corbin’s covers, knowing the man would be here in a few short hours when he finished cooking his final turkey.
The last thing I’d expected when I woke up today was that I’d end up in bed with Corbin Wallace for Christmas.
Chapter 12
Corbin
I silently slipped into the bedroom.
Hopkins was snoring lightly, and I could hear Poppy’s quiet breathing mixed in with the sound.
They were both asleep.
I’d stayed up for hours, my body burning, my cock hard, while I tried to figure out what was happening to me.
It had been years since I’d wanted a woman.
But something about Poppy was bringing that part of me back to life. Her eyes had hung on me, lingering too long, emotions peeking out of them.
She was young and beautiful, with her whole life ahead of her. She didn’t need to get caught up in my tangled world.
Sleeping with her wouldn’t be right, even if I’d caught the feeling that she wouldn’t be opposed. She hadn’t said anything to make me believe she was interested. But when a man lives among animals long enough, like I had, you learn how to read them without any words.
There had been that moment her eyes had dilated and gotten that faraway, dreamy look in them. And the way she’d grabbed my hand, and then my arm.
Women didn’t do that when they were scared of a man.
