Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek #3) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,52

can’t order it.”

She snorted. “I think I’ll be okay. I had enough dessert last night to last me a while.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, making a little bow before going into the bathroom.

Once inside, I had to stop and take a deep breath.

Getting through phase two with my dignity—and sanity—intact might be harder than I thought.

Ten

Bianca

As soon as the bathroom door shut, I sat down on the bed and exhaled.

Ever since I’d woken up and looked over at him asleep next to me, I’d been pretending.

Pretending he didn’t make my heart pound faster. Pretending last night hadn’t been the best night of my life—the hottest, the most romantic, the most fun. Pretending I could just go back to the way things were before.

But what choice did I have? It was what we’d agreed on. It was the deal we’d made. And I didn’t want to be one of those women who confuses sex with love—he’d already warned me about that. He didn’t like it when a woman said one thing and did another, or when she changed her mind about what she wanted from him.

But I hadn’t, had I? Not really. It wasn’t like I was in love with him, I thought, admiring him as he slept—all gorgeous and naked and sexy and tousled. I had a feeling if I moved closer to him, his skin would be warm. Would he let me snuggle up? Would he open his arms and wrap them around me? Would he hold me or push me away?

I couldn’t risk the rejection. I just couldn’t.

So instead of getting closer like I wanted to, I got out of bed and took a shower, scrubbing my skin raw, as if I could rub the memory of him off me. Wash away my feelings. Rid myself of the stupid idea that we could be something real.

When I came out of the bathroom, I’d forced myself to act the way I assumed he wanted me to—as if last night hadn’t meant anything more than a good time. I smiled. I teased him. I laughed when he teased me back—and I laughed for real at the sight of him in that sheet, edging toward the bathroom, trying to hide his erection, which poked at the sheet like a sword.

He had no idea how badly I’d wanted to tear that sheet off him, toss my towel to the floor, and jump right back into bed.

But no. He couldn’t know how I felt. How I was starting to care more deeply for him than I should. How I regretted insisting on the no-sex rule. How badly I wished that even just one thing he’d said to me last night had been real.

How scared I was that last night meant nothing to him.

No, that was stupid. I didn’t need to be scared. I knew it meant nothing. I was just acting crazy—maybe it was all the hormones in my system. Orgasms released something that made you feel woozy and cuddly, right? After all the orgasms Enzo had delivered last night, my system was clearly on overload.

I just needed to wait for the hormones to dissipate, that was all. Remember my lines and keep up the act. Putting a hand over my stomach, I took a deep breath and let it out. I could do this.

Then I looked down at my ring.

Really, at this point in the game, I had no choice.

By the time Enzo came out of the bathroom, dripping wet with a towel slung low around his hips, I was fully dressed, sitting on the bed running a brush through my hair.

My insides tightened as he walked by me. “Did you take care of your problem?”

“I didn’t have a problem, Bianca. I had a hard-on. It went away.”

“All by itself?” I teased. Meanwhile, I squeezed my thighs together, trying to suppress the flutter between my legs.

“Yes,” he snapped. With his back to me, he threw the towel to the floor and pulled a pair of boxer briefs from his bag.

I watched him step into them and pull them up, desire pooling at my center. God, he had a great ass. And were those red marks on his back from me? Gah, that was hot.

I tried to make my voice sound normal. “Are you hungry? I thought we could go down to breakfast in the dining room here before we check out. I’m assuming we don’t want breakfast in bed.”

“I’m good with the dining room.” He stepped into a pair of jeans and hitched