Page 20 of Tenderfoot

“So you’ve been lying beside me for the last five hours?” I queried.

“Give or take ten minutes.”

Oh my God.

That was insane.

I voiced my thoughts out loud. “That’s insane.”

His response was to roll on top of me.

On top of me!

He was heavy (very), way more warm than he was just lying beside me, and he gave me a lot of his weight, which squeezed the breath out of me, all while he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

I was nowhere near being able to process this change in position, especially considering I hadn’t yet processed my earlier position (just FYI, if I had to process on the fly, I would tell you both positions felt otherworldly good, though this one was a thousand times better).

By the time he took some of his weight from me to put it in a forearm beside me, engaged his phone and started reciting, I could barely comprehend what he was saying.

“That was fucked up. I shouldn’t have said that shit. We need to talk. Call me.”

My guess: his texts from last night.

As it was dark, I couldn’t see he was looking at me, I could only feel it.

I hated that it felt good, but there was no way around it.

It felt good.

Any time Javi’s eyes were on me, it felt good.

“So, what have you got to say?” he prompted.

As noted, I was still stuck on earlier stuff.

“You broke into my house in the middle of the night and got in bed with me.”

“I did. I’m here. It’s done, even if I might have lost an inch off my dick from sleepin’ in a room like this. Now, find your way to being with me, Harlow,” he ordered.

It was impossible not to find my way to him since he was my whole world right then.

Though, I thought there were other, more important things to go over.

“You slept beside me?”

“Your bed may be girlie, but it’s comfortable.”

Now I couldn’t process Javi actually slept at my side.

Why that was different than him just lying there, waiting for me to wake up so he could ambush me, I didn’t know.

But it was.

Significantly.

Time to move on.

“There’s nothing wrong with my room.”

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