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I stayed under the cover of bubbles until he returned. He knocked lightly before entering. “I’m coming in.” He gulped as he saw me, and I’m pretty sure he was looking for a hole in the bubbles.
I placed my arm over my breasts and held one hand out. “Towel please.”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, sorry.” He placed it in my hand, but made no attempt to move.
I looked pointedly at the door. “Do you mind?”
He shook his head and smiled. “No, I don’t mind at all.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Vance, you know what I meant. Can I please have some privacy?”
He grinned. “Sure. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me. Help yourself to one of my t-shirts if you want. I take it you’re staying the rest of the night?"
“Um, yeah, if that’s okay. I’d like to be here when Eri wakes up.”
“You never need to ask, Karli,” he said as he walked out the door.
I dried off quickly, dressed in one of Vance’s t-shirts with a pair of boxers, and walked into the kitchen. He was sitting at the crescent-shaped breakfast bar, eating a bowl of cereal.
“Do you have a spare pillow and blanket somewhere around here?” I asked. “I don’t want to risk waking Erica so I’ll sleep on the couch.”
He took one more bite before walking over to the hall closet. He grabbed two big pillows and a down comforter then threw them on the couch. “These are for me. You can take my bed.”
I frowned. “No, that’s okay. It’s your bed. You should sleep in it.”
He stretched out on the couch, fluffing the pillows behind his head. “I’m sleeping here. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like. If not, take the bed.”
“Ugh! You’re impossible, you know that?”
He grinned, which was way too sexy if you asked me. “You make being impossible fun, sweetheart.”
I threw my hands in the air, exasperated. “Jackass!”
I heard him chuckle as I stomped down the hall into his room.
*****
I woke early in the morning because I couldn’t stop the thoughts from running through my brain. I tip-toed down the hallway, cracked Erica’s door and found her still asleep. I made it to the great room where Vance was snoring lightly on the couch. I quietly moved into the adjoining kitchen, searching for the K-cups. While the coffee was brewing, I started digging through the fridge for creamer. Vance came up from behind, startling me. When I turned around, I saw that he was holding a mug for me. How did he do that so silently? Wow, I must’ve really been spacing out.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked as he handed me the coffee. I couldn’t help but notice how his fingers lingered on top of mine a little as I was grabbing it.
“Thanks.” I stepped to his side to pour the creamer. I grabbed a spoon out of the utensil drawer to mix it in. “No, not really,” I said and tapped my temples. “Too much going on up here.”
He took the creamer from me and put it back in the fridge. “Yeah, me too.” He stared at me wordlessly leaving so much hanging in the air.
“I should---” I started to say.
“Karli, I think we should---” he offered at the same time.
I blew a hair off my face in frustration. “Vance, didn’t we already talk about this? There is no we. There’s not going to be a we. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
He grabbed my coffee out of my hand and slowly took a sip, swallowing hard. “First of all, I was going to say that we should talk about Maria and the crimes she’s committed. But since you brought it up, I will add that I don’t think you really mean that part about us. As I mentioned earlier, I know you need time, but I know what I feel when I’m with you. When I’m inside of you. And I know you feel the same thing. You wouldn’t have projected your dream to me if you didn’t. As much as you’d like it not to be true right now, the auras don’t lie, Karli. So, no, we are not done talking about it. We’re just taking a break from it.”
Okay, I winced from the reminder of him being inside of me. Damn him, he was right. Despite what had happened, I did still love him. I just couldn’t ever forgive him. “Wait, you mean I projected my dream to you?”
He handed my mug back to me. “On the couch…your dream about us, in Faerie. In the pond. Need I say more?”
“I didn’t know I could project dreams,” I whispered.
