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It’s hard not to take offense to that, but I put on my big boy pants and walk to the closet, calling out to her over my shoulder, “Fine, if you insist on one of us sleeping on the floor, I will. You can take the bed.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.”
Fucking hell. Does she have to be so argumentative with everything?
She breezes past me as she walks to the bathroom and closes the door. The water starts running and my mind fills with images of Alex under the spray of the water. Naked and running her hands over her body.
Adjusting my now semi hard cock, I enter the closet and undress, urging myself to get my shit together.
I’ve never lived with a woman, but as I pull on my navy pinstripe pajama bottoms, I take in the half of the wardrobe now filled with Alex’s clothes.
Sure, I’ve slept over at a woman’s house, but I can’t say I’ve ever gone on a tour of their closet space. Besides, this isn’t any woman, this is Alex. This is Alex’s clothes hanging up in the same space that my clothes are. I’m fully prepared for panic to overwhelm me, but seeing her clothes with mine feels… almost normal.
I walk back to the bedroom at the exact moment Alex exits the bathroom, dressed in the same t-shirt she wore back in Chicago. It still looks fucking sexy.
As she moves to the pillow and blanket on the floor I say, “I’ll sleep on the floor. You take the bed.”
“I don’t mind, honestly. I—”
I cut her off with a growl. “Alex.”
With silent acquiescence, she moves to the bed, pulling back the covers and climbing under. I don’t miss the way her t-shirt rides up her thighs as she climbs onto the high bed. Or the way she avoids looking at me. I walk to the bathroom and she rolls away so her back is to me and I can’t help but feel dismissed.
I can already tell this week is going be fan-fucking-tastic.
I’m starting to regret this whole asinine plan.
FIFTEEN
Alex
Sebastian blows out a heavy breath for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. I swear to God, if he keeps making noises, I’m going to grab my pillow and smother him to death.
And make it look like he died in his sleep.
The sound of something cracking fills the air and I sit up. In the darkness of the room, I can only make out the lightness of the blanket at the bottom of the bed.
“What was that?” I ask, although I’m fairly certain it was a joint popping.
“It was nothing. Just go to sleep, Alex.”
“I would, but someone, aka you, keeps making noises. Can’t you just be quiet?”
It’s a stupid question really because I’m certain that I’d be making twice as much noise if I’d actually had to sleep on the floor. It’s just a thin, scratchy looking rug separating him from the hardwood floor.
“I’m really trying, Alex.”
He sounds frustrated and it makes me feel bad. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as I consider if I’m really about to say the words that come tumbling out of my mouth. “You can share the bed with me.”
The blanket shifts as I think he turns to face me. He stands from the floor and walks to the side of the bed as I roll over so my back is to him.
On an exasperated sigh, I say, “Just stay on your side and let me get some sleep.”
“I promise not to touch you.”
The bed dips as he climbs in and even though he’s not touching me, I can feel the heat from his body behind me.
As silence surrounds us, my eyes grow heavy and I wiggle further under the covers. My mind replays the events of the day, from my moment in the car to the possessive words Sebastian spoke to me when Jensen was flirting.
