Slowly, as Luke worked at my back, all these thoughts sifted out of my head and I fell asleep.
That was it.
Except for Luke’s weird habit of rolling me to the other side of the bed every night, all we did was sleep.
I pulled the covers to my neck and was about to move to my second mental topic, how to successfully flee to Wyoming, when the bathroom door opened. That was when I realized my mistake. I should have gotten up and got dressed.
Instead, like the big dork I was, I lay in bed and let my mind wander, so much so I hadn’t even heard the shower go off.
Fuckity, f**k, f**k, f**k.
When was I going to learn?
I reviewed my options, waited for Good Ava and Bad Ava to give their input (they were still sleeping, which figured, always chattering away when you didn’t want them to and never there when you needed them) and decided to pretend that I was still asleep. In fact, if I was good at it, maybe Luke would get sick of waiting and go out and hunt down my ex-boyfriends and beat the shit of them while I escaped and drove to Wyoming.
I was putting this plan into action, eyes closed, when I felt the bed depress as Luke sat on it.
Uh-oh.
I continued to feign sleep. The covers slid down my body.
Ee-yikes!
Luke may have felt gentlemanly enough to let me sleep after his rubdown but he hadn’t been gentlemanly enough to put my tee back on me. Therefore, I was wearing nothing but my satin panties.
First, I had a silent freak out that I slept next to Luke mostly naked. Then I had a silent freak out that he could see most of my body. I didn’t know what Jennifer Aniston looked like na**d (and didn’t want to know) and I was probably far off that mark but Riley hadn’t done badly with me. Still, I wasn’t ready for this.
Un-unh.
No way.
Luckily, I had the pillow pressed to my belly so all he could see was my na**d back. Covers gone, the bed moved and I felt heat against my back as Luke settled in. This was not getting any better.
Then I was turned.
Seriously not better.
I held the pillow close to me like a shield still pretending to sleep. Luke tugged it gently and I had to make the decision whether or not to let it go. If I held on to it for dear life like I wanted to he’d know I was awake which would foil my plan.
I let it go.
Second string defense, I moved my body into his to cover myself, pressing my chest to his, tucking my face into his throat and snuggling in, in the hopes that he would think I was giving him a sleep cuddle.
This was a bad idea. I knew it the minute my mostly na**d body hit his bare chest. It felt nice, as in ultra nice.
Shit.
“Ava,” he called my name softly, his arms around me, one hand sliding up my back, fingers of the other hand trailing across the top, lacy edge of my underwear.
I kept pretending to sleep. This was hard, the trailing touch at my underwear felt good.
His fingers went into my hair at the back of my head. “Babe, wake up.”
Hmm.
I couldn’t ignore him much longer, he would think I was dead.
I was realizing my plan was going south, way south, when his fingers sifted through my hair a few inches then twisted around it. I felt his hand fist and my head was pulled back gently.