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He stops a few inches from me. Now I can see his mess of curls, the way they fall over his forehead.
“Avery?”
His voice is low and sexy, and, Jesus, I want him so badly. My fingers twitch with the need to slip them through all those curls, preferably when he has his head between my legs.
Nope. That’s the insomnia brain talking.
“What?”
“Could you move? I want to make myself some tea.”
Mortified, I say nothing but step aside to let him make his tea.
“Do you mind if I have some of your chamomile?”
God help me…that voice. It’s low, and there’s just a bit of Texas twang. It flies over my nerve endings, leaving my body overly sensitive.
“Avery?”
Ugh, I got lost in my thoughts again. “Sure.”
I step away, grab my tea and head to the living room. I love the open-concept houses, but this is a historical home—on the registry and everything—so there was only so much they could do to change it. I do love the cozy living area.
I figure since Jon is up, I can go ahead and turn on the TV. I tend not to watch at night unless I have insomnia, so I’ve been watching a lot. I pull up the latest true crime series on Netflix and push play. Just as I settle back, Jon walks into the living room. Ugh. I should have known he would come in here, and, yes, I should be more gracious. My Grannie Pam taught me to be nicer to people, but he’s trying to get me kicked out of my house.
He settles on the opposite side of the couch. Meredith jumps up on the cushion between us.
“Is this what you watch when you can’t sleep?”
“No.”
“But you are tonight?”
“Yes.”
He’s probably got a genius IQ, so I’m hoping he takes the hint. But, just like everything since Grannie Pam died, things don’t go the way I want them to.
“This is not going to make you sleep better.”
Dammit.
“I’m not worrying about sleep at the moment.”
I’m trying to ignore his stupid chest and all the rest of his exposed skin. Who walks around like that, flaunting his perfectly formed pecs? And yes, I know I just went on about how he needed to show off his chest, but my tired brain doesn’t always make sense.
“But you didn’t have any caffeine in your tea.”
I glance over at him. His blue gaze watches my every move. There’s a tickle in the back of my throat and a funny feeling in my belly. God, he really is pretty. And built. He must work out all the time. He could not get that definition without lifting some weights, especially since he sits behind a desk to work.
“Avery?”
I blink. Great. He caught me staring at his chest. I look up at him. “I know when there is no going back to sleep. I passed it about thirty minutes ago.”
“And it took you that long to come downstairs?”
“No. Yes. Okay, I know that if I don’t fall asleep within an hour of going to bed, there’s probably no going to sleep. I just don’t always accept that.”
He makes a sound in his throat. “Of course.”
