and drummed her fingertips on the window frame. “I mean, they can get through even if it’s only open a little, but that’s not the case here.”
Realization smacked him across both cheeks, and he let out a groan. “Lightning could get in through a window?”
She turned, her eyes narrowing. “What did you do, Will?”
He gave her his most charming smile, the one that usually left women a little dazed. Hadley just lifted an eyebrow in a silent demand for the truth.
He braced himself. “I might have left the window in the bedroom open when I changed in there yesterday.”
She let out a groan and hurried inside. Because there wasn’t another choice, he followed behind and caught up to her just inside the bedroom. What had been slightly organized chaos was now a raging disaster. Boxes were overturned. Tools were scattered all over the floor. Claw marks were scratched into the wood. A can of paint balanced precariously on the edge of a workbench.
“Okay, I’m realizing now that I should have shut the window,” he said, each word coming out as rusty as a person would expect, considering he rarely, if ever, admitted to fucking up or apologizing. “I’m sorry.”
She looked so shocked at his admission of being wrong that for a second she just stared at him wide-eyed before coming back to herself. “Out here, if you leave the windows open, something will come wandering in.”
He nodded. “Duly noted.”
Some kind of weird truce being silently agreed to, they went back into the living room—all the more spacious now that the chair, also known as the extra bed, was gone. Shit. What in the hell were they going to do now? Sleeping in the bed with her was not an option. Last night had nearly killed him. A man wasn’t supposed to have a hard-on for as long as he had, trying to fall asleep next to her. At one point she’d rolled over and snuggled up next to him, twisting one leg around his. He’d almost come in his underwear. Going through that again would be agony.
“I’ll take the floor,” he said, glancing down at the hardwood that looked like it might put him in traction.
She shook her head. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Are you sure?” Did that sound hopeful? It shouldn’t. It couldn’t. Aw fuck, he was so screwed.
“If you don’t get any sleep and we end up losing Monopoly tomorrow night, PawPaw will kill me, so this is a better alternative.” She took off one of the couch cushions and set it down on the floor where the chair had been as she began to make up their bed. Their bed. “I’ll try my best not to disturb you with my snoring.”
Yeah. Snoring. That was pretty much the least of his worries when it came to sharing a bed with Hadley.
…
Hadley stared up at the ceiling, more awake than she’d been before she’d crawled under the blanket and then tossed it off before she melted. Lying down next to Will was like cuddling with a space heater set on inferno, even though he was wearing only a pair of low-hanging basketball shorts. She would have thought that it would help when he flung off the covers almost as soon as he’d gotten into bed, making a little blanket mountain between them.
It hadn’t.
And the fact that there was just enough light from the full moon coming in through the window to give her a good view of almost every part of him she hadn’t gotten to look her fill of last night—which was pretty much all of him—wasn’t helping. Thank God her sense of self-preservation saved her from staring.
Instead, she pulled the blanket back over her and just baked under it with one foot uncovered and the rest of her roasting as she noticed everything about Will, from the steady cadence of his deep breaths to the way he was only inches from her, temptingly close. Not that she was thinking about it. “Obsessing” would be more correct, which was why she hadn’t been able to close her eyes for longer than a few seconds.
If being ultra-aware of him while staring at the ceiling was bad, having her dirty mind fill in the blanks when she closed her eyes was even worse.
“Do you think that crack on the ceiling means it’s going to fall in on us?” he asked, his voice a low rumble in the dark.
Her pulse picked up as her body, already way too attuned to