“I’m going to be at the Haunted House tomorrow night.” I heard his head move on the pil ow, probably he was shaking it because he thought I was a total idiot.
“You’re a nut.”
Okay, he was shaking it because he thought I was a nut.
“No I’m not,” I said.
He didn’t answer.
I lay there for a long while. I felt the tension leave his body, his hand now relaxed on my hip and I figured he was asleep.
“I didn’t start touching you to get something out of it, I did it because I wanted to,” I told his sleeping self.
“That’s good to know,” he replied, his voice low and sounding tired but definitely not asleep.
sounding tired but definitely not asleep.
I jerked up on my elbow. “I thought you were asleep!”
“Nope.”
Shit.
I settled back down.
“I real y do think you’re a jerk,” I said, though even I could tel I didn’t mean one word of it.
“For not being asleep?” Now he sounded both tired and amused.
“Wel … yeah.”
“I wasn’t asleep when you sang ‘Because the Night’
either.”
Holy cow.
I jerked up on my elbow again. “Please tel me you’re kidding.”
“Nope,” he said again.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I rol ed away, he rol ed with me, caught me around the waist and pul ed me back into his body.
“Now, I have to leave,” I said.
“Why?”
“It’s embarrassing. My singing sucks.”
“It sounded good to me.”
“That’s because you like me.”
He kissed my neck.
Then he settled behind me and said, “Yeah.” Chapter 15