Page 133 of Losing Faith

When I turn back to Lisette, she’s already gazing up at me with her pretty eyes.

“I’ll sleep in my boxers and you can sleep shirtless,” I offer and she smiles brightly before slipping her sports bra off and I immediately regret this negotiation.

My eyes fall to her breasts and I let out a content sigh.

“Don’t try to get touchy with me.” She rolls her eyes playfully as she climbs under the covers.

“Me?” I start as I slip my pants off and she watches my every move with great focus. “You’re the one acting like a cat in heat.”

She erupts with a laugh before burying her face in her pillow.

I slip onto the bed beside her and she immediately turns to face me.

“Hi.” She smiles up at me.

“Hi.” I smile down at her, leaning on my elbow.

“On a scale from one to ten, ten being most likely, how likely are we to have sex tonight?”

I turn my back to her and she stifles a laugh from behind me. She taps my back twice but I don’t turn.

“Go to sleep,” I mumble, fighting back a laugh.

“Answer me, JJ.” She pokes my back again and I shake my head at her.

“Four.”

“So I have a chance?” Ihearthe smile in her voice. “What can get me to a six?”

I let out a sigh and she pokes my back for an answer.

“If you were completely naked.”

“Wow, just a six? What if I told you I just got waxed?”

“I’ll tell you I don’t care about body hair.”

She’s quiet for a beat before I hear her let out a content sigh. “He’s aman, ladies, and disappointments.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lisette

Thesunkissesmyface,reminding me that I love the lighting most about the guest room Jackson gave me. The entire room is lit during the day, and as someone who needs sunlight in their depressed room, this place is perfect.

A smile touches my lips when I feel his gaze on me, and when I open my eyes, there he is, lying on his elbow, watching me.

“You’re such a creep,” I mumble before a yawn escapes me.

I’ve now slept here for seven nights, and he has been in this bed beside me for five of them. The first four times he came in just to talk to me, which led to kisses and then me convincing him to stay.

Last night, he just walked right in and slipped into bed with me like it has been his routine for the last ten years. No small talk, nothing. He just walked over, slipped his clothes off and crawled in next to me as I rambled on about something I can’t even remember now.

It feels soeasybeing with him, but every time I step out of this room, there’s a dark cloud looming over me, reminding me this is temporary and I leave today.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I most likely have crusty eye boogers and morning breath. Nothing is beautiful about this.”

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