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I was up and out of my chair and right behind him in a second. My first thought was a snake...
He had water pouring out of his bathroom and onto his bed.
I dashed in and shut the water off. The shower valve had been shut off, and the basin spout had very deliberately been turned at the perfect angle to spray his bed.
I shot him a dirty stare. “Derek?”
“Oh no,” he said flatly. “My bed’s all wet. Looks like I’ll need to sleep in someone else’s bed...” He shrugged. “Say, in yours, perhaps?”
CHAPTER SIX
DEREK
Did I sabotage my bed?Yes.
Was I sorry?
Not one bit.
Paul was kinda mad, and I should have felt bad about that, but I threw my bag down on the floor of his bedroom and grinned at him. “Oh no. There’s only one bed.”
He was trying not to smile. “You did that deliberately.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Derek.”
“You said I needed to action a plan. So I did. You said I needed to be more honest about what I want and how I feel. So I was.”
“With words.”
“We’re talking, aren’t we?”
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “I should make you sleep on the couch.”
I looked at the couch. “I mean, I will if you want me to...” Then I looked at him. “But you don’t want me to. The way you kissed me last night... I had to do something.”
His gaze narrowed, trying to be mad at me, but when I laughed, he rolled his eyes and sighed. “We still need to talk.”
“So let’s talk. In bed.”
He rolled his eyes again. “Derek, we—”
“I mean it. Talk only. I don’t want you to be mad at me for doing what I did, but we have limited alone time together, and I don’t want to leave here in a few days with things left undone.”
He stared at me. “You really just want to talk?”
“Yes. If that’s what we need to do, then yes.”
He was sceptical, or probably flat out didn’t believe me, and I couldn’t blame him. Our sex life before had always been hot and electric, and I was usually the one to instigate it. Sex was easier than dealing with responsibilities and emotions and shit.
This time would be different.
It had to be.
“If I’m getting a second chance,” I said quietly, “then I’ll do anything in my power to not fuck it up. I meant what I said before, Paul. I’m serious about trying to do this right.”
“And you call coercing yourself into my bed the right thing to do?”
