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“No, you can take the bed.” She fills the empty glass and hands it to me with a smile on her face. “I’ll sleep in mine in the west wing.”
I shake my head, sitting up straight in the seat. Everything’s gone stiff, and the way my back aches has me questioning how long I’ve been sleeping. “Someone needs to keep an eye on you tonight.”
“And you think you’re the man for the job?” I don’t miss the hint of playfulness in her tone.
“I don’t know.” I reach for her dress and pull her toward me until she falls into my lap. “The way you were making eyes at Jeff earlier…”
She tips her head back and laughs. “It’s Jack.”
Fuck, I want to kiss her neck. Explore that skin at her throat. Taste it. Feel it heat under my touch. But I can’t. “He gave me his card. Said I could call if you needed anything. I can call him.”
“Give it up already,” she says, elbowing me in the ribs as she settles on my lap. She shakes her hair off her shoulders and looks up at me. “You made me pasta?”
“It’s about all I know how to cook.”
“I don’t believe that. And it’s delicious.”
“Well then,” I tell her, my eyes dropping to her full lips. “I’m glad I could satisfy your appetite.”
Her lips twist together, knowing. As if she knows exactly what she does to me. “I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your texts yesterday. My phone died.”
“Do you ever charge it?” I ask, raising a brow as I think back to the day we got stuck in the elevator.
“Yes, but it’s rarely with me when I’m here. I tend to leave it in a room and forget until the end of the day.” She drops her eyes and shrugs. “When I got home on Thursday morning, I ended up out on the meadow. I didn’t think you’d message, and I needed to switch off for a while.”
I reach up and push the hair that’s moved forward back from her shoulder again. I don’t know if she prefers it off her face, but it’s a good excuse to touch her. “Because of what happened on Wednesday night?”
I asked her to go on a date with me. I spent all day yesterday in my own head, wondering if it was too much. The present and everything that followed.
She shakes her head, and I focus back on her. “I don’t really want to talk about it. But I can promise you, Wednesday night was everything I needed and more.”
Relief spreads.
But if not me, then what?
She reaches across us and picks up the bowl of pasta from the sideboard. “Did you eat without me?” she asks.
“No, I was waiting for you to wake up.” No matter how hungry I was, the thought of eating when she hadn’t in over twelve hours made my stomach ache for a completely different reason.
“Are you hungry now?”
“I’m starving,” I tell her, my mouth twitching when she happily stabs into the pasta and holds it up to me.
“Here.”
I hesitate, inching back. “Have you had enough?”
She nods. “I had to fill a second bowl. You fed me, and now I need to feed you.”
My eyes hold hers as I lean in and eat from the fork. I chew and swallow as she watches me. “It’s good. Might be my best yet.”
She laughs, shifting on my lap.
My cock twitches.
She’s wearing the sundress she had on earlier, her hair down and curled with two pins pulling back the strands on the left side of her face.
She’s so fucking beautiful I have to look away.
