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I blinked because I hadn’t even thought about that.
With a snort, Luke rolled his eyes. “And two… Thank God hewasdecent enough to mention that you weren’t staying there anymore—unlike you—because I’m not lying. It would’ve scared the fuck out of me if I hadn’t been able to find you.”
I heaved out a breath. “Seriously, how was I supposed to know you even wanted to come over again?”
He pulled back as if I’d just slapped him. “You mean, aside from the fact that I’ve shown up every fucking night since you were kidnapped? Gee, I wonder.”
“Well, I neveraskedyou to come,” I muttered. “And you certainly never made reservations or gave me a schedule or made a verbal announcement on the matter. Can you blame me for naturally assuming it was a temporary situation and would peter off over time?”
“Over time,” he cried in agreement. “Yes. Not after only—”
“Ten days,” I said. “It’s already been ten days. So I need to buck up and move on. It’stime.”
Luke’s jaw worked, and he stalled a moment by taking another drink of the water. Then, he lowered the bottle and shook his head at me before saying, “Well then, I guess you’re just going to have to move on with me still coming over every night.”
And he stalked out of the room, muttering, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
“Except I don’t need you to stay anymore,” I shouted after him.
“Then,maybethis isn’t about you,” he called back.
Squinting, I glanced around the empty kitchen and then asked aloud, “What?”
Who the hell else would this be about? Unless my dad was still freaked out and worried and had asked Luke to come.
Son of a bitch; that had to be it, wasn’t it?
Groaning, I threw my head back and tapped a foot against the floor until I decided, okay, fine. If this gave my parents some peace of mind, I wouldn’t fight it.
Because secretly, I didn’twantto fight it.
I wanted someone here with me so bad that it scared me. But I absolutely could not show that. I had to be tough.
Blowing out a breath, I shook my head and started for my room, turning off the lights as I went because I knew that once I crawled under the covers with Luke, I’d be able to sleep within moments.
I mean, that was what I assumed after how the last ten days had gone. But when I reached the open door of my bedroom, I stalled short, gaping horribly.
Luke was there, by my bed. His shirt had already been ripped off and tossed aside, shoes toed off, and he was working open the front of his jeans.
“Wh-what do you think you’redoing?” I was finally able to strangle out the question.
He wasn’t supposed to do that. Especially not in my bedroom. My room would never recover. He’d just ruined my entire bedroom for me.
Now, I was never going to step through this doorway again without wishing I could seethisevery time.
Luke paused and glanced up as if startled by the question. “I’m getting ready for bed,” he said, frowning in confusion. “What does it look like?”
I flailed a helpless hand toward his bare—amazing—chest. “W-well, why are you taking your clothes off?”
“Because I don’t want to sleep in them,” he said as if that should be obvious. Then he splayed a hand over his bare torso, forcing me to take it all in again. “This is what I always wear to bed.”
“It’s not what you’ve worn for the past week and a half thatI’veslept beside you,” I argued with an incredulous sniff.
His eyebrows rose significantly. “Because yourparentswere right down the hall. Tonight, I want to be comfortable. And I always sleep in my boxers, so I’m going to sleep in my damn boxers. What’s the big deal? It’ll be like I’m in shorts.”
Tight shorts, I wanted to argue, because his boxers weren’t just boxers, they were boxerbriefs. Unable to look away as he defiantly yanked his jeans down and stepped out of them, I gaped at the package bulging from the front of his tight boxer briefs.
Good Lord almighty. The way that dark, snug cloth cupped his masculine goods made my mouth water. I swear, I could almost feel his hard, hot length already pushing inside me.
