I shake my head.
“I could get soaked again and then take another shower?”
Scoffing, I backhand his chest. “I’m not gonna throw you out into the rain like an asshole. You can crash on the couch…”
Said couch makes an ominous creak as Nick sinks down onto it, almost like it’s timed.
“No offense, man, but this thing is gonna collapse overnight, and then I’m gonna wake up on the floor,” he replies. “I’ll leave.”
“Again, it’spouring.”
Then the two of us fall back into silence. Nick’s looking off to the side, and when I trace his line of sight, I end up staring at my bed.
I suck in a breath. We’re guys. He isn’t attracted to me, yet or ever. We’ll survive a night if we?—
“—share the bed?” I suggest. “I can make a line down the middle with a blanket if you’d be more comfortable like that.”
He huffs, and with how weak it is, part of me wants to dig deeper and ask why. “Hey, I’m not scared of you or anything. I’m fine with it if you are.”
“Okay. I can lend you some more comfortable pants.” I toss him my largest sweatpants to replace the jeans I gave him, and he catches them, tugging at his waistband before freezing and shuffling to the bathroom.
Shaking my head, I stand by my window and wait for Nick to finish changing, and once he’s done, I grab a drink of water. Alcohol wouldn’t do anything to tamp down the latent attraction I have, and I really need to figure out a way to do so, and fast.
Maybe I need to reconsider my assessment of whether I’ll survive a night sharing a bed with someone who’s downright irresistible.
Who’s wearing my clothes and looking damn cute in them.
Who I’ve already made out with once, and whose tongue I’ll never stop associating with the taste of shitty beer.
I head back into the bedroom. Nick isn’t attracted to me. He said so himself, and that might be all I need to get over?—
“Aww, aren’t you coming to join me?” he coos. “I’m soooo cold. Come and warm me up, hot stuff.”
Jesus. Him stretching his buff arms up and resting his head on his hands isn’t helping. The sleeves of my borrowed shirt ride up, giving me the best view I’ve had yet of his hot, sport-trained body.
Even though Iknowhe’s joking, my stupid brain goes right to a tempting visual of naked cuddling with Nick and warming him upeverywhere.
He slaps his forehead. “Shit, sorry. No sex jokes.”
I roll my eyes at his annoying, handsome face. “Hey, we’re still friends. You don’t have to clam up or anything. Just don’ttouchme, and I’ll be fine.”
“Gotcha.”
He starts constructing a blanket wall, and I settleinto the bed next to him, trying not to breathe, lest his goddamned smell horn me up even more. He used a few sprays of my deodorant, but he has some kind of debilitating, manly musk that permeates the air, breaches the blanket wall, and digs into my brain.
Groaning internally, I roll over and get comfortable, deriving unearned comfort in the heat emanating from behind me.
Hey, there’s a silver lining: I can’t break my no-repeats rule if I don’t hook up with Nick in the first place.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NICK
Dean is a great guy, and he’s also the biggest fucking asshole I’ve met. I mean, there had to besomethingto balance him out, and as I’m finding out now, it’s how the fucker sleeps.
Why the hell is hediagonal?
I have no choice but to spoon him, or maybe I’m clinging to his body because if I didn’t, I’d fall off the damn bed. He’s taller than me.Ishould be the one inhisarms, not the other way around?—
