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Vaughn slowed to a stop and frowned before saying, “What’re you talking about?”
Closing my eyes, I groaned and just spit it out, admitting, “I threw your last razor away.”
It took him a moment to answer, and when he did, saying, “Huh?” he sounded utterly bewildered.
I risked opening my lashes again, cringing as I did so. “At your house,” I tried to explain. “I saw the razor in your box of bathroom supplies sitting on top of a pile of other stuff ready to be moved, and I…I…You know...” I waved my hand in a circle, begging him to connect the dots from there so I wouldn’t have to explain everything.
But all he did was blink. “So you just...threw my razor in the trash?”
Oh my Lord; this was so completely humiliating.
Nodding, I sighed and said, “Yes.”
“But why?” He frowned and shook his head. “Did it look too used and rusted or something?”
“No.” I huffed out a breath, hating that he was just not getting this by himself. “I threw it away because...because I was afraid you’d use it.”
He stared at me for a full second before squinting. “I’m so confused right now.”
“I like your beard thing, alright,” I snapped and then whimpered, covering my face with one hand as I continued to clutch the package of razors he’d bought me against my chest with the other. “God, this is so freaking embarrassing. I just wasn’t ready for you to shave all that sexiness off yet, so I—you know—threw the razor away as soon as I saw it. It was a stupid, impulsive decision, and I am so, so sorry. And mortified, and just completely—”
“It’s fine,” Vaughn interrupted as he lifted his hand to stop me. But he didn’t seem to know what else to say about what I’d done, either. He blushed before clearing his throat and adding, “I, uh, I needed to restock anyway. Thank you for letting me know what happened to the last one, though.”
I was too embarrassed to say anything else, so I just nodded.
And Vaughn knew just how attracted I was to him now.
Wasn’t that great?
He studied me quietly, and the look in his eyes heated my libido. I saw yearning and need and questions. It made me think about Sunday morning when he’d tried to bring up our one kiss, but I’d rebuffed the topic completely. It was more than obvious that he’d said it would never happen again as a way to agree with me and give me what he thought I wanted.
But now I had to wonder how that chat would’ve gone if I’d instead just confessed that I thought about him constantly and ached for him in ways I knew I shouldn’t.
Would he have admitted the same thing?
From the way he was looking at me now, I kind of think he might have.
And then he took a cautious step toward me, his gaze intent on mine the whole time.
I dropped my hands down to my sides, letting him know I was receptive to the idea of us getting closer, even though I was too afraid to make a move myself.
He heaved out an unsteady breath and took another step.
Just as my doorbell rang.
We both jumped and lurched apart, despite the fact that we’d never gotten within six feet of each other.
Swallowing thickly, I motioned toward the front room. “I… I’m going to get the door.”
He shifted backward toward the laundry room. “I’m going to take a shower.”
We both nodded at each other and then hurried in our separate directions.
My body was still thrumming with overactive anticipation when I pulled the door open to find my cousin Cress and his boyfriend calling.
“Hey, guys.” I pushed out a big smile and hoped to God they couldn’t hear just how winded I sounded.
Thank goodness, Cress seemed oblivious as he swept inside and opened his arms wide for a hug. “Cuzzy,” he cried happily. “Give me some sweet sugar.”
