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I was more mad that I wanted to open my eyes and watch him get dressed.
I rolled over instead and buried my face underneath my pillow that I’d brought from home.
One that I didn’t think that I needed to bring, seeing as I should’ve thought ahead and realized that Kyle Davis wouldn’t sleep on anything that was trash. He was too high maintenance for that.
After a sufficient enough time to get dressed, I rolled over and sat up.
He was wearing those stupid low-hanging sweatpants and no t-shirt still. He had a pile of clothes on the dresser next to him, but he was absentmindedly scratching his abs as he stared at me.
My eyes drifted down his body almost automatically, and I stalled at the bulge in his pants.
He wasn’t even hard. At least, not that I could tell.
And there he was, all blatant and right there, the only thing that I could look at.
Which was hilarious because I had to bypass an impressive torso to get to the package.
“My eyes are up here, Fancy Pants,” he teased.
I took my time looking away, eventually finding his gaze again as I said, “Why aren’t you dressed? I gave you plenty of time.”
“You gave me thirty seconds at max,” he countered. “I was still busy pulling the clothes from my dresser.”
“Hmm,” I said, my eyes on his face now.
“What are your plans for today?” he asked me. “You’re not a prisoner or anything. Your house did just fine last night. No signs of a break-in. And I think if it was going to happen, it would’ve been fast. Your information was all over that store.”
It was. I had stuff shipped to my house all the time. Trash day was yesterday. When I’d gotten there, I would’ve broken down all the boxes with my name and address on them and tossed them once I got to work.
Needless to say, if he’d wanted to find me, he would have.
He being the man that murdered Herb.
“Can I ask Sara to go on a road trip with me? It would give me a few more days to lie low,” I asked. “Or is that too much trouble?”
He frowned. “Not that I think it’s gonna be a big deal, but why are you needing a road trip?”
“I need to go get my car,” I explained. “It’s in North Carolina, of all places. They’re holding it there until I can come and get it.”
His brows rose.
I sighed and explained everything, about my mom taking my car, about the car lot calling me to tell me what she’d tried to do, and my intent to go get it.
“Speaking of cars, yours is done at the shop,” he said. “It’s being delivered here after breakfast.”
He reached down and adjusted himself, and I felt my nipples go hard at the move.
Such an innocent, innocuous move was enough to set me on fire.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, my mouth filmy from sleep.
At least, that was why I was telling myself it was a little hard to form words.
“I’m looking at you like that because you’re not taking your eyes off my dick,” he countered.
I swallowed hard and tried to look away. Really, I did. But the longer I stared at it, the bigger it got, until it was a long column down the front of his pants.
It started at the apex of his thighs and stretched all the way down to the middle part of his left leg.
I licked my lips, my mouth taking on a mind of its own as I tried and failed again to take my eyes away.
“How against this are you to taking care of this right now?” he asked.
“Taking care of what?” I asked, squirming on the bed.
He cupped his crotch, his whole hand engulfing the head of his cock and squeezing.
“We do this,” I murmured when he didn’t answer. “We could fuck what little we’re able to stand each other up.”
“We can’t stand each other,” he pointed out the obvious. “So what difference would it make if we fucked it up? It’d be scratching an itch.”
I stood up, my knees nearly shaking as I did, and moved two steps closer to him.
If I reached out, I could touch him.
“You have a point,” I agreed. “But we still have to be able to act like this never happened if we do this.”
He laughed, and I nearly giggled.
Yeah, that did sound pretty ridiculous when I replayed it in my head.
“There’s gonna be no putting this back in the bag, will there?” I admitted.
“None,” he said. “But I’m not seeing anyone. You’re not seeing anyone. There’s no reason in the world why, until we do, we can’t continue this. At least we both know where we stand.”
The man had a point.
But the thing was, I hadn’t had someone in my picture for a long time. In fact, there was more time without someone in the picture than there was with someone in the picture.
