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“Aren’t you from Texas? Isn’t that basically the law there?” She’s grasping at straws.
“My mother would let me have it if she knew I wasn’t giving up the bed right now.” I laugh, imagining both of my older sisters would do the same. “But she isn’t here.”
My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and I can make out the faintest hint of a smile on her face. She must not realize I can see it. “The right thing to do is to give me the bed.”
I laugh again. This is even better than I imagined. “Devon, you’ve got to start listening better. Remember what I said about doing the right thing?” I’m tempted to reach out, rest a hand on her knee, but I remember my promise to keep my hands to myself. “You’re just afraid you’ll like sleeping next to me too much. Probably worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me. Should we make a bet? Whoever caves and touches the other one first loses.”
There’s a long pause before she responds. “What will I win?” She’s almost too easy to bait. It’s hard to think of something I wouldn’t give her if she asked. Well, except the bed.
“What do you want?” I ask.
She scoffs, “I want you out of the bed.”
“Alright, if I touch you in this bed before you touch me, I’ll sleep outside the rest of the time you’re here. And if you touch me first, I get you for two extra days.” It’s a gamble, but the risk is worth the reward.
She leans forward, holding out her hand. “Should we shake on it?”
“You sneaky girl. That would be me touching you, wouldn’t it?” I roll over, close to the edge of the bed. “Get some rest. Lots of work to do tomorrow.”
It only takes four hours for her to lose the bet, waking me up by rolling onto my chest in her sleep. The mint isn’t her shampoo, because her hair smells like something else, floral but not sweet. I breathe it in, keeping my hands to myself. I could wake her up, let her know I’ve won. But I’d rather enjoy her here.
Her hip presses in against mine, and when she raises one of her glorious legs over me, she barely misses grazing my cock before settling it across my thigh. This is torture. Everywhere her leg touches me, the skin is bare. Is this t-shirt the only thing she’s sleeping in? My hands clench and unclench. She’s asleep. She has to be. After all that venom tonight, there’d be no way she’s willingly signing up for two extra days with me. Her chest presses more firmly against mine, and a soft moan escapes her lips. Or she’s fucking with me on purpose. Either way, I’m not falling asleep any time soon, and I am not moving.
Chapter 13
Day One
Went to work.
Food in the fridge.
Call if you need anything.
-Trailer Daddy
-Note on the whiteboard by the front door, August 21st
Devon
Allie: Do you hate me?
Me: Undecided.
Sadie: How about me?
Me: Undecided on all three of you.
Bea: Does he sleep in gray sweatpants?
Allie: He seems like a gray sweatpants guy.
Sadie: What’d you guys talk about?
Allie: Did you make out yet?
Me: I’ve decided.
Me: I hate you all.