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After I fetch the first book, he and I scoot close to each other, which is pretty easy since the bed is so tiny. Liam’s so tall his feet nearly spill off the bed.
He shifts, frowning. “Man, this is uncomfortable.” He moves his body around to try to find a better position. We’re pretty much crashing into each other because we don’t have much room. “Sorry for being so tall.” He pushes his wet hair out of his face. “I should probably get a haircut.”
“No!” I blurt.
He fixes confused eyes on me.
“I mean, I like long hair on a guy. Not that it really matters what I think…” I want to smack myself. He’s my best friend, but who am I to tell him what to do with his hair? And what does it matter what I like?
He brushes his fingers through the strands, his eyes unfocused like he’s thinking about something. I wonder what, but I don’t dare ask. This is awkward enough.
“Your costume was pretty cool,” I say to change the subject. Then I cringe. “I already told you that.”
He bends close. “More than once, but I don’t mind hearing it again. And yours was kickbutt.”
“As you already said.”
He laughs.
Why are things so weird?
And why is it so cold in here? Does this tiny room not have a heater? It looks like it’s on, but I guess it’s barely doing anything. I shiver and hug myself.
“You’re cold?” Liam wraps his arms around me, and I feel his body heat instantly.
“A little, yeah. This helps, thanks.” I press my head to his chest.
My heart pounds when I feel the hard muscles of his chest again.
I glance up at him. He smiles sweetly at me. He’s always had such a nice smile, but it feels different now. Like it’s lighting up his entire face.
It dawns on me that I’ve been an idiot. Why have I been pining after a guy who doesn’t exist for weeks when this awesome, amazing, kind, sweet guy has been here all this time?
But…I can’t let myself feel that way about my best friend, can I? It’ll ruin everything. Change everything. Because if we got together and broke up, we would lose our friendship. Is it worth exploring what could be when there’s so much at stake?
I’m so confused.
“You okay?” he asks as he looks at me with a raised brow.
I throw those thoughts away. “I’m fine. You?”
“Yep. Warm and toasty.” He tightens his hold on me.
Neither of us wants to move to open the book, so we just remain in each other’s arms, talking about today, the show, the cooking competition, everything.
When it gets pretty late, we have no choice but to let go of each other. We don’t have pajamas or spare clothes, so I’ll have to put these back on after I shower.
The water is warm and enjoyable, but the second I leave the bathroom, it’s like walking into a freezer. I shiver.
Liam lifts the blanket. “Get inside and stay warm,” he says in a soft voice. “I’ll tuck you in tightly to keep out the cold wind.”
“You’re so sweet.” I climb into the bed and he tucks in every inch he can, keeping me warm and comfortable.
“Wait, where will you sleep?” I ask.
He waves his hand. “Don’t worry about it.” He disappears into the bathroom.
He returns a few minutes later and drops down on the floor.
