AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I follow her into cabin 2, where she hands me a towel to dry off. I wait outside the bedroom while she rinses off the lake from her hair, then dons pajamas.
“Don’t look at my PJs!” Caroline calls out as she dashes into her room.
Chuckling, I hop in the shower and am delighted that the resort upgraded the hot water heater. It’s now that I realize, though, that I don’t have clean clothes to change into after I rinse off. Shit.
Once I’m dry, I’ll break the news to Caroline that I’ll have to stumble home to my parents’ house.
“I thought we were going to cuddle?”
“I did too, but…” Leaning on the doorjamb to her room, I hear Caroline roll over and reach for the lamp. She switches it on, and the log walls reflect a warm glow on her golden arms. Her face is sad. I hate this. She looks so sweet and inviting, even with the blanket pulled up to her neck. I can’t believe I’m about to let a little pajama situation prevent me from spending the night with her.
“I really want to stay, but I don’t want to change into my smelly campfire clothes. And I don’t think hanging out in your bed naked or in nothing but a towel is a good idea,” I explain.
Nodding thoughtfully, Caroline offers another solution. One I’m not at all expecting.
But weirdly, I’m into it.
ChapterEight
Caroline
I thinkCash never got the memo that if he wants to prevent a sloshed woman from jumping his bones, he should not, under any circumstances, lean against a doorjamb wearing nothing but a towel and damp skin, emitting his clean scent into the room.
His chiseled torso fills the frame, and his crossed arms make the muscles of his biceps and triceps bulge just a tiny bit more than usual. Sure, I’d just seen him in his wet underwear, but this is different. That felt like drunk friends being idiots. This feels like we are getting ready to havethe sex, even though we set a boundary.
That’s it, then. We have two choices. Either he goes home, or he wears something of mine to bed.
“Wear my underwear,” I offer.
Cash tilts his head at the crazy lady. “Wear…your…granny panties?”
I blink at him over the foot of the bed.
“Yes. If you don’t want us jumping each other’s bones and just want a cuddle, wearing my undies will do the trick,” I say.
He thinks momentarily, then shrugs, saying, “Sure, alright. I’m in.”
Cackling and suffering through a fit of hiccups, I point to my top drawer.
Cash sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Are you sure you don’t want to get them? I don’t think you want me rifling through your things.”
“You can’t look at my pajamas,” I say.
“How bad could they be?”
“So bad, Cash. So very bad.”
“You’re making it worse by putting thoughts in my head of you wearing a negligee or something.”
“Ew! No!”
Cash raises both hands in surrender and goes to the top drawer, chuckling as he swaggers. How dare he move like that, easing open the drawer like he owns it, then plucking the first set of underwear he sees, slowly unfolding them and holding them up like a prize.
“Very interesting,” he says.
I am losing my patience with this man. I suppose I earned this treatment.
“Who are you, the Fruit of the Loom inspector? Go outside and put them on, sir.”
