Get a load of her, going for the Best Actress Oscar.
Of course, he chuckled, he was a raving madman. It was a rough sound stroked along her spine. It felt too intimate, and she failed to suppress the tremor of excitement.
Of all the scenarios of ending up in bed with him, this hadn’t made the list.
“Ruby will be thrilled when she knows you’re in my bed.” The bed dipped. Was he drawing nearer? Looking back, she saw him in the middle, his size dominating the space. It was only a queen-size bed. She was going to end up falling on the floor.
“And sunbeam, I’m all care for you,” he rasped, and her skin went up in flames hearing the husky whisper.
“I can feel you breathing on me. You’re too close. Move to your side of the bed.”
“Do we already have sides? That’s fucking cute. I think we’ll sprawl out in bed. No matter what the side, it’s who gets there first. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like you’ve been sniffing paint thinner. I’d quit if I were you before it fries what little brain cells you have left. I won’t be the one to remind your junkie mind to eat.”
“That means you plan to be in my future. I’ll take that.”
This was torture, like being forced to roleplay her ideal life just to have it snatched out of her hands.
“Sebastian?”
“Yeah, sunbeam?”
“Do you remember teaching me how to defend myself?”
“Yeah.”
“Then be aware that if I feel you move any closer, I will use one of those tactics you taught me. Say goodnight and get on your side of the bed.”
The bed shook, but only because he laughed so hard.
“It’s not a seduction tactic, baby.”
Baby! Sunny bit her tongue so hard it hurt, and she felt an actual pulse between her legs.
“You’d know if it was. Turn over so we can cuddle.”
Say what now?!
“Sebastian, you’d tell me if you were a drug user, wouldn’t you?”
Amused, he answered. “Yes.”
“I’d get you into rehab and help you get sober.”
“Sweet girl.”
“I know I am. So now I know you’re not into drugs. Why are you talking crazy?”
“Trying to get my friend back.”
Friend.
That word meant the world to her once upon a time, but now it burned like acid rushing up her throat.
To be his friend was torment personified, and she couldn’t be in that place yet. Maybe never. She remained silent, and she caught his sigh.
“It’s happening, Sunny.”
