About Tomorrow - Abbi Glines Page 0,40

went over to sit down beside him.

Creed reached over me and took the blanket I had thrown over the side arm then covered both of us with it, before putting his arm on the back of the sofa and with his hand moving me against him by nudging my shoulder gently.

I inhaled deeply and he smelled amazing. He felt hard and he was right, warm. I wanted to sigh with pleasure of being near someone again and I refused to think it was because it was Creed that it felt so good. I was just affection deprived. That was all this was.

Creed took the remote from my hand when I did nothing with it to find a movie. He scanned the channels and settled on Lost in Translation. It was just coming on and I hadn’t seen it in a while. Good choice. Although, I’d probably be happy with a horror flick if I got to watch it like this. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being near someone else.

Creed began slowly stroking my upper arm and my eyes felt heavy. He chuckled at something happening on the movie and I soaked up the sound of his chest rumbling. I knew I was falling asleep and I wanted to enjoy this longer, but my eyes wouldn’t stay open.

I woke up when Creed laid me down on my bed. Blinking slowly, I stared up at him. I didn’t know how late it was or if he had finished the movie. “I’m sorry,” I said groggily as he covered me up with all four of the blankets I kept on the bed.

“For what?” he asked in a low voice.

“Falling asleep,” I said.

He smirked then and brushed some hair out of my face. “It was tough. I hate it when beautiful women snuggle up against me and fall asleep in my arms. but I’ll forgive you.”

Smiling, I closed my eyes unable to fight off the sleepiness.

“Goodnight, Sailor Moon.” I heard him whisper and I must have fallen asleep again because I dreamed he kissed my head and then my cheek.

sixteen

November 13, 2019

My alarm went off and rudely woke me up. Yawning, I reached over and turned it off then stretched. On my second yawn and grumble about having to wake up, I smelled it. A fire. Sitting up, I stared at the fireplace in front of me and the fire roaring in it. What the heck? My room was warm as I tossed the covers off me and slipped on my house shoes. I was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, a pair of stretchy slacks and a blue sweater.

Creed had put me in bed. I looked back at the fire and then headed for the door. Was Creed here? I hoped so because if Creed hadn’t started the fire, I had a very thoughtful intruder that I hoped hadn’t warmed me up to kill me.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, I heard the crackling of the fireplace downstairs and I smelled coffee. Slowly, I made my way down, almost convinced it was Creed but prepared if it wasn’t. I should probably be armed, but I didn’t think about grabbing a hairbrush to whack over someone’s head before I started down the stairs.

When I reached the bottom step, I turned right into the living room and sighed with relief when Creed was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand watching the television. He turned to look at me and smiled. “I hope I didn’t wake you starting the fire in your room.”

“Uh, no, you didn’t,” I replied, not sure if it was rude to ask him why he was here or if he’d stayed all night.

He nodded a head toward the kitchen. “I made coffee.”

Was it okay he had stayed the night? He obviously hadn’t slept in my bed. The other side was untouched like it was every morning. We were friends. We’d slept in the same apartment in Boston. Griff was there though. We had been alone here, but it wasn’t the same.

“I couldn’t figure out how to lock your door without the key last night,” he said.

“Ooooh,” I replied, understanding dawning on me. “So you stayed? Please tell me you slept in the other bedroom and not on the sofa.”

“Nothing was wrong with the sofa. It slept good.”

I covered my face with my hand. “I am so sorry I fell asleep on you. Thank you for staying.”

“Like I said last night I’ll get over it,” he