“Braden called me earlier to tell me he had to work late tonight again, but Adam was free and was wondering if I fancied grabbing something to eat, maybe catch a movie afterwards. I told Braden to tell Adam I had a date with Jason.”
“Right…?”
Ellie’s face flushed, her pale eyes sparking angrily. “He called me five times during the date.”
I tried to choke down my laughter and only kind of succeeded. “Adam did?”
“Whatever Jason got from the five one-sided conversations, he said clearly I had ‘stuff’ going on and he was looking for something uncomplicated. And then he left.”
“Wait,” My look castigated, “You didn’t pick up every time Adam called?”
She flushed again, this time from embarrassment. “It’s rude to ignore someone.”
I huffed. “Ellie, be honest. You love that the idea of you being on a date with some other guy is driving Adam crazy.”
“He deserves a little torture.”
“Wow. You are so much more bloodthirsty than I thought.” I grinned. “It’s brilliant, Ellie, it is. But how long are you planning on keeping this up? It must be exhausting. Wouldn’t it just be easier for you both to sit Braden down and explain to him that you have feelings for each other? He’ll just have to accept that.”
“It’s not that simple.” Ellie bit her lip, staring dazedly at the floor. “It could ruin Adam and Braden’s friendship. Adam would never take that risk for me.” She shook her head sadly, and I felt a pang in my chest for her. Adam needed a serious wake up call. “Speaking of,” she glanced up at me with a curious frown between her eyebrows, “I came home a few hours ago and found Braden here doing his work. Said he was waiting for you. Aren’t you going to wake him?”
Well, considering I told him to give me some space tonight, no. He could get a crick in the neck for his trouble. “No. He looks wiped. And I’m wiped. He should have gone home.”
Ellie’s eyes were teasing. “He must have enjoyed himself last night if he’s so eager to see you again so soon.”
I snorted. “Do you really want to have this conversation about your brother?”
She thought about it and wrinkled her nose. “You’re right. Boo.” She pouted. “You date a guy and I can’t even have girly talks with you about it.”
I laughed softly. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not exactly the girly talking kind of person. And Braden and I aren’t dating. We’re just fucking.”
I was rewarded with a prudish pursing of her lips. “Joss, that’s so unromantic.”
I pulled the door open quietly and winked at her. “But hot.”
Leaving her to make ‘gross’ faces, I headed into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
~14~
The niggling face of consciousness nuzzled against mine, and as I woke, I became aware of a heavy weight across my waist and the fact that I was unusually warm. I realized the heat was what had awoken me. If I was to take cue from the heaviness of my eyes, and their reluctance to open, it was too early for me to be awake and I should probably fall back asleep.
But that heavy weight across my waist felt familiar.
Forcing my eyes open, I looked at the bare chest lying inches from my face.
Okay, what?
Wake up! My sleepy, sore eyes travelled up that chest to the face and reality slowly, but surely, sunk in. Braden was in my bed.
Again.
It took me a moment—remembering coming home last night and finding him asleep on the couch. I’d talked to Ellie, cleaned up in the bathroom and then hit the hay.
Clearly, sometime during the night, Braden had crawled into bed with me.
That was so not the deal.
With a huff of annoyance I pushed against his chest with all my might. And by all my might, I mean I rolled him right off the bed.
His large body hit the floor with a painful-sounding dull thud, and I leaned over to see his eyes fly open, bleary and confused as to why he was looking up at me from his sprawled position on the floor. Did I mention he was completely naked? “Jesus Christ, Jocelyn,” he complained, his voice hoarse from sleep. “What the hell was that?”
I smirked down at him. “That was me reminding you that this is just sex.”