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“She didn’t want to be coddled, Zack. And you would’ve tried to sleep with her.”
I stop walking, staring at him. “You actually think that, don’t you?” I say slowly. “God, you’re a prick sometimes.”
He closes his eyes. “I didn’t mean—”
“I don’t hit on sad women,” I say, snatching the paper bag out of his hand. “I’m not that much of a damn manwhore. Wait out here if you want, I’m going in. I might even manage to keep my pants on.” I stomp over to Layla’s closed bedroom door and nudge it open with my foot, peeking inside.
Josh and Layla are both in bed. Josh is sitting propped up against the headboard, staring down at Layla sleeping on his chest like she’s the centre of his damn universe.
Poor bastard. He can deny it all he wants, but this obviously isn’t just a crush. He’s head over heels for Layla.
Damn. This isn’t gonna end well.
He glances up when I step inside. “Thanks for knocking,” he drawls.
I shrug. “I brought food. She’ll forgive me, I’m sure.”
Disturbed by the noise, Layla rolls over sleepily, cracking open one eye like a slumbering dragon. She studies me for a second, then closes her eyes again. “Josh?” She murmurs.
“Mm?” He says, stroking her arm.
“Zack is in my bedroom.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I lean against the wall, looking down at her. “Maybe this is just a wet dream.”
She shakes her head, burying it back in the pillow. “Can’t be. You’re wearing clothes.”
Great. Now I have a semi. “That can be rectified, lass. You just say the word.”
“Sorry.” She sniffs. “I don’t sleep with home invaders.”
“You can’t blame me,” I insist. “I got lonely. Did you two get it on last night and not invite me? That’s just plain rude.”
Josh rolls his eyes.
Layla stretches like a cat. “We just cuddled.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face. “You? Cuddled?”
“He did most of the work.”
“Well,” I say. “I bet I’m a better cuddler than he is.”
She doesn’t respond.
“Did you hear what I said?” I ask helpfully. “I said I bet I’m a better cuddler than he is.”
She sighs, obviously still too sleepy to argue, and lifts the quilt, inviting me into the bed. “Come on, then.”
Finally. Dumping the food on her bedside table, I climb into the bed next to her. The pretty pink sheets are warm from her body. I wrap my arms around her, and she practically purrs, stretching to give me a little kiss.
I fight the urge to laugh at her. “You’re so sweet when you’re tired.”
“Need coffee to be a bitch,” she mumbles, burying her face in my chest. “You’re soft.”
Josh snorts. “Did you fix the t-shirts?”
