Yeah, he hadn’t wanted to sleep alone, but he couldn’t scroll on his phone with a hot man sleeping beside him—especially when he was trying to buy him a ring.
It took all he had not to giggle.
“You didn’t bother me. I was up for a few minutes,” he stated, not going into details or answering any other questions in fear he’d slip up.
At his comment, Corbin was getting more frustrated. That was such an obtuse and chilly reply.
He got nothing out of that.
NOTHING.
What had he done?
Why was Alex pulling away from him all of a sudden?
Was he too bossy?
Had he crossed a line?
What was going on?
He was about to explode from not knowing.
So, Corbin had to ask.
“Why didn’t you come to bed?” he asked. “As in with me? Why did you stay in here alone?”
Well, shit.
Alex hadn’t expected him to come right out and ask him. That was problematic.
Now, he’d have to lie.
When Alex looked up, Corbin already knew what was coming. He was a cop before he was a Fed. Alex was fabricating something. It was taking too long to give him an answer.
When he opened his mouth, Corbin stopped him.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t lie. It’s none of my business,” he admitted, a chill in his voice.
There was a harsh tone to that, and that wasn’t good.
In fact, Alex heard the hurt.
Was this upsetting the man?
“Corbin,” he began, about to ask him if he was okay, but he didn’t get to.
Corbin stopped him again.
“You don’t owe me an explanation,” Corbin said. “I don’t want to pry into your personal life. You don’t have to sleep with me. You’re entitled to your own space.”
What?
Was?
This?
That was a sucker punch to the chest as those words deflated the moment. Alex was caught so off guard by that, too.
