Of course.Of course, his first thought was about the book we’re writing together, not last night. Hell, he went to his room to write while I—never mind.
It’s settled.
I’m overthinking.
“Yes. As soon as I get back, we can do that.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat awkwardly.
He turns to leave but then turns back.
“Are you avoiding me?” Tobias asks. “Is that why you’re still in your room?”
I cross my arms and shake my head.
“No.”
He nudges my shoulder. “Come on, Dove, I know you. You’re avoiding me.”
Again, I just shake my head.
He lets out a long sigh.
“Is it ... did I … say something last night that crossed a line?”
My eyes snap to his, and as soon as I see the worry in them, I let out a breath.
“No. You didn’t.”
He really didn’t, and it’s not his fault. It’s not his fault that I have been obsessing over his thumb on my leg or the way his eyes focused on my lips for much longer than needed.
“You’d tell me if I did, though, right?”
I nod.
“Okay then. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“Back from where?”
“Your … run?”
“Oh.” I let out a laugh. “Right, right.”
He knocks on the doorframe and then leaves me to it.
You know, to go on that run I’d been planning for today.
* * *
Turns out, running is great for the mind, and boy, is Tobias in for the ideas I have. I don’t bother changing when I get back.
“We should start the book with a sex scene,” I say confidently, marching to my desk in his office. It showed up yesterday, and luckily, we put it together before going to get my clothes. I still need to set it up for work and whatnot, but my computer is there, and that’s all I need to get this book started.
Tobias is removing his glasses and leaning back in his chair.
“And why do you think that?”
