can wash my hair.”
He steps out of the way, and without waiting for the shower curtain to close behind me, he releases his junk to run both hands through his wet hair. Luckily, I’m quick enough to turn away before I can get another eyeful of his sizeable package.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?”
“I don’t know,” I say, trying my best to focus on washing my hair and not the fact that I’m showering with my boyfriend’s brother right outside the curtain. “Whatever everyone else is doing.”
“I want you to choose. Anything you want, we’ll do. Just the two of us.”
My stomach does little flips at that idea. “What about your friends?
“They’ll be fine without us for a bit.”
“Okay.” I shut the water off and reach for the towel he already has ready for me. “What is there to do around here?”
“Anything we fucking want, Nat. We can take a walk in the woods or hang out at the bar next to that gas station we stopped at on the way here. Think about it tonight.”
“Okay.”
“Here.” He smiles and grabs the towel from me to help me dry off. I should probably ask him to stop, but admittedly, it feels nice having someone want to take care of me for a change. Not that I need someone to, but it feels good on occasion. Everyone can admit that.
“Thank you.” I smile and toss the towel over his head. “No peeking while I change into pajamas.”
I’m not sure why, but I feel oddly comfortable in Madden’s clothes, and the way he’s looking at me from seeing me in them is almost one of admiration. It gives me the feeling he likes seeing me in them. Why do I like that so much?
“You two done in there?” Jess yells through the door. “Jake and I are next.”
It takes Madden a few seconds, but he finally turns away from me and opens the door. “Yeah. It’s all yours.”
Alana is still on the couch when we exit the bathroom. Her face falls when she sees Madden’s clothes on me. I’m not sure if she’s finally starting to believe we’re together or not, but she genuinely looks hurt.
Madden must see it too, because he grips my hip and kisses my neck, moving me down the hall with his body, making a show of it. “She’s starting to doubt herself,” he says, tossing our wet towels and clothes onto the dresser. “We just need to keep doing what we’re doing, Nat. Can you handle that?”
“If it’s going to get her to move on, then yeah,” I say, climbing into bed. “I can handle it.”
“Good.” He scoots me to the side of the bed and climbs in beside me, his body practically taking up all the space. “Because our sleeping arrangement has to change. I’m not chancing anyone walking in to see us sleeping separately. Remember, no locks.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” My heart slams against my ribcage, waiting for his response. “Are you?” I ask again.
“Relax, Nat. I’m not going to touch you inappropriately. It’s late. We’ll both probably be asleep in the next five minutes.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me down to his chest. “Don’t fight me on this, please; not when there’s a chance it’s working.”
I exhale and place my arm over his chest. “Fine. But just know I’m only doing this because I want this to work just as much as you do. I still find it weird and uncomfortable.”
“Sure, you do,” he says quietly, running his fingers through my hair. “You seem pretty comfortable to me.”
“I’m not,” I mutter. “Your chest is rock-solid.”
“So is the rest of my body. I’ve never had any complaints about it. Just because my brother’s chest is soft like a pillow…”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “Stop talking and go to sleep.”
“Is it true you left the concert that night because you felt guilty for not being able to take your eyes off me?”
“Yeah,” I admit, remembering that night. “Is it true that you looked for me for two songs?”
“No.” It’s quiet for a moment before he adds, “I looked for you the rest of the night. Up until I got piss drunk and the boys dragged me to my hotel room. It was a rough night.”
My heart sinks. “What were you going to do if you found me?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Buy you a drink and get to know you maybe. There was something about you… The way you looked at