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As I blinked awake, the soft morning light filtering through the crack in the curtains, a familiar sense of disorientation washed over me. It took a moment for my groggy mind to register where I was, and when it did, a thrill fluttered in my chest—a thrill and a terror.
I was in bed…with Walker...
Again.
Rolling onto my side, I found myself gazing at his still sleeping form, the gentle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm in the quiet of the room. His features were softened in slumber, any lines of tension smoothed away in the vulnerability of sleep.
For a brief moment, I allowed myself to indulge in a daydream of what it would be like to wake up to this sight every day—to feel his warmth beside me, his steady breathing, his reassuring presence.
But of course it didn’t take long for reality to crash over me like a wave, pulling me back from the edge of my fantasies.
I couldn't afford to let myself fall for him—not when the stakes were so high, not with what my life was like.
I rode the edge of complete destruction every single day.
Walker could break me, destroy all I’d done to survive like it was nothing but fragile glass.
Not wanting those kinds of thoughts to mess with my “perfect weekend”, I moved to get out of the bed and use the bathroom. Some cold water on my face would do wonders.
As I went to slide out of the sheets though, something hard bit into my wrist.
Confused, I glanced down to see…a handcuff.
Walker had handcuffed me to him.
What the hell?
I glanced up at his face only to see a sleepy, roguish grin playing on his lips.
"I was making sure you couldn't sneak out on me again," he murmured, his voice low and husky with sleep as he pulled me towards him by my cuffed wrist so I tumbled onto his hard chest.
I stared at him in disbelief.
“I can’t believe you handcuffed me!” I grumbled, not sounding as indignant as I would have liked. “And why the hell do you even have handcuffs with you?”
He winked at me and I tried not to let it affect me. Who would have thought that I’d like being handcuffed…because the guy was desperate to keep me.
“I don’t know that there’s much I wouldn’t do to keep you,” he murmured, his free hand softly stroking my cheek until I was leaning into him like a purring cat as we continued to stare at each other.
“It’s just for the weekend,” I reminded him, and he flinched as if I’d struck him before finally taking a deep breath.
“Whatever you say,” he told me lightly, like there wasn’t any part of him that believed me.
Unfortunately, I was beginning to not believe myself.
The fact that I had to pee hit me hard then, and I shook the handcuff so the rattle filled the air. “Are you going to let me out of this?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Depends…are you going to run away the second I do?”
I huffed. But also…I had no plans to run this weekend.
I wanted to soak every second up.
Awe washed over me as I gazed at his gorgeous face. It was like he’d been made for me, perfectly designed to be my biggest weakness.
His features were chiseled and rugged, his jawline sharp and defined. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, a depth and intensity to them that drew me in like a beacon in the darkness.
“I’m not going to run,” I said softly, and his answering grin was heartbreaking…because I loved it so much. It was equal parts charming and mischievous, with just a hint of vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. Just enough to set me at ease that he wasn’t as confident about all of this as he came across.
