The Cowgirl's Chosen Love - Vivian Arend Page 0,21

been off the table for Julia for a while. Vaginal intercourse, to be precise, because she knew sex was so much more than just penis in vagina action.

Actually… Any kind of sex other than masturbation had been missing for a long stretch of time. Solo fun times? She was a champion.

She leaned forward and smeared a hand across the fog, wiping a section of the mirror clean. Her haunted eyes were visible for only a second. Being able to reassure Zach was a good thing, but as her brain started to clear, the other realization slid in.

He wouldn’t let her declare her truth without more explanation. He would be the type to dig for more.

She liked that about him, except now when it would lead to a very blunt and embarrassing conversation.

The fan was doing its best to clear the steam from the air, and her face came into sharper focus. Her eyes seemed far too wide and innocent considering the way she’d boldly pretended waking up naked with him hadn’t thrown her for a loop.

The bits and pieces she did remember needed to be seamed together with his.

Before she left the bathroom, she gave herself a stern warning, finger pointed at the mirror. “He’s a friend first. We shouldn’t try anything more, especially considering our luck doesn’t seem to be very strong at the moment. It’s too bad, but the fates have spoken. Zach will be a fantastic friend.”

She dipped her chin decisively, wincing at the move. “Owww.”

Her time in the bathroom had been long enough for Zach to work magic. Her suitcase rested on the bed, but more importantly, the entire room was filled with the scent of bacon.

“You are a god among men,” she told him as she made her way to the table in front of the window.

Zach pretended to tip his imaginary hat then pulled out a chair for her in front of the feast. “It was a bit of a rush order, but there’s plenty of protein and fat. And orange juice,” he added. “Help yourself. I need the shower.”

Julia barely noticed him leave, the crisp bacon breaking off in her mouth and sending a mini food orgasm through her system. At the last second, she remembered her manners and called after him. “Thank you.”

He lifted a hand, strolling through the bathroom door, his amazing butt vanishing from sight.

She glared at the piece of bacon in front of her and told herself sternly, “Noticing his butt is not a thing that friends do.”

A quick snap of her teeth, and the bacon shattered into deliciousness on her tongue.

Zach wasn’t gone for long, but by the time the bathroom door opened, Julia had enough food and juice and coffee into her system that the room was no longer spinning.

She’d also taken breaks from her feast to dig into her suitcase and pull on underwear and clothing. Nothing fancy, but tidy enough they could leave the room without looking as if they’d spent the night in drunken debauchery.

Her phone was absolutely dead. She plugged it into the wall and went back to the bacon as quickly as possible.

“Just a second. Forgot my stuff.” Zach strolled across the room to his suitcase. The towel wrapped around his waist hung precariously low. The ends were tucked in to hold it in position as he used both hands to pull things out of his suitcase.

He stood close enough his iliac crest was visible, the long lines leading down to his groin standing out in firm relief. Abdominal muscles flexed as he picked up a T-shirt and jeans, pivoting to head back into the bathroom.

Dear God.

Julia wiped at her lips, not certain if it was bacon grease or drool at the sides of her mouth. She filled her cup of coffee again and tried not to think about it too hard.

A moment later Zach marched out and joined her at the table. His hands moved decisively, piling bacon, a fried egg, and at least three slices of ham onto a piece of toast. He slathered the entire thing with ketchup and lifted it to his mouth and took a giant bite.

“I’m really glad I’m not nauseous,” Julia said.

“It’s always like this after I drink,” Zach informed her. “I’m starving.”

She gestured magnanimously to her leftovers. “Have at ‘er.”

He was too busy eating to answer, but his eyes flashed with amusement.

She sipped her coffee and waited until he finished his ravening beast imitation.

The pause gave her time to look around the room. The