"You can sleep in the guest room."
"What an offer," I deadpan.
For the second time tonight, he cracks a smile. It's the first time it's directed at me. "I just figured since you kicked me out of your apartment, you probably wouldn't want to sleep in my bed."
"See, that right there is proof that you don't know me well enough."
"But I do know Clover, and I know that if she wakes up early and finds you in my bed, she'll have a lot of questions."
"Right." I sigh and watch as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips. "Guest room?"
We're playing chicken right now, trying to see who will cave first. We both know the consequences could be detrimental. Are either of us willing to risk it?
"It's downstairs."
"Lead the way."
He stands and, for a moment, I think he's going to help me up, but he doesn't. He walks by as if being this close to me doesn't affect him the way it'saffecting me.
Oh, he's good.
I follow him to the basement and to the bedroom at the end of the hallway. He opens the door and holds it for me. I pass by slowly, making sure I brush up against him. Am I trying to torture this man? Absolutely. Why? Because no one has ever affected me the way he does, and a twisted part of me wants him to suffer for it. I would tell myself that it's my way of maintaining control, but that would mean I'd have to admit to myself thathemakes me lose control.
His hand abruptly grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
"Blake."
My eyes travel up his tall frame and meet his.
"Can we talk tomorrow before you leave?"
Not what I was expecting, but I say, "Sure."
He lets go of my arm and shuts the door behind me.
"What the fuck?" I whisper to myself.
I pace around the room, contemplating sneaking out and ordering a ride back to my apartment. Because, really, what the hell am I still doing here? I said everything I needed to say to Kass, and he made it clear that he wanted all of me or nothing at all. Then why would he invite me to stay the night? Does he think a conversation tomorrow is going to change my mind?
Could it?
Don't get me wrong, I have this feeling in my bones that I need him more than I need air right now, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to give up the life I want for him. I would, however, give a lot to feel his lips on my lips, his skin on my skin, his lips on my skin, and every combination that ends with us tangled up in his sheets. I want his pierced dick between my lips and his tatted hands around my neck like a choker.
The door opening startles me, and I spin around to find Kass standing in the doorway. My fantasy feels more tangible now with him standing before me, and the thought has my heart racing.
Just as soon as it came, my hope fades away when he holds up his hand. "I brought you a shirt to sleep in."
Instead of stepping closer, he tosses it to me, as if coming any closer would tempt him too much.
"Thanks."
"Night." The door shuts, separating us once again.
"Night." My words echo off the walls with no recipient in sight.
I bring his shirt to my face and breathe in his scent. Holding it out, I see what's on the front and start to laugh. It's a Grumpy Old Bear t-shirt—a band that we both love. I once told him that I hooked up with one of the band members, to which he responded by tying me to his bed and fucking me until I forgot their name.
I change into his shirt, discarding the rest of my clothes in various places around the room. I crawl under the crisp sheets and lie on my side, staring at the empty spot in the bed next to me.
