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“Which one do you want?”

“Canyon—”

“Which one?” He sounds clearer. Almost back to normal.Thank fuck.

“The bottom bunk.”

He nods. “Okay. I want the bottom bunk too.”

I lean back. Is he joking, or is this a trick? “Fine, I’ll take the top.”

“No.” He grabs my face this time. “I want to sleep with you.”

I try to shake my head, but he holds me tight. He’s stronger than he looks. I cover his hands with mine. “I just told you?—”

“I’m not talking about sex—not tonight.” The promise in his eyes takes my breath away. “I want your arms around me. I want to feel safe.”

And that’s the right button to push. Engaging my protective instincts. I can’t turn him down. I take a quick shower, jerking off as quietly as possible to thoughts of Canyon and his mouth because I’m hard as fuck, and it’ll make it easier to sleep beside him. I push back the shame. Hopefully, he’ll be asleep by the time I’m done.

But he isn’t. I join him on the bottom bunk, slipping behind him. I resist the urge to pull him tight against me.

His voice is so soft I almost don’t hear his words. “I’m sorry I caused a scene.”

I kiss his cheek and stay close to him for a minute too long. “You didn’t. Go to sleep now, Can. It’s been a long day.”

He nods.

My body complains, but I know I’m making the right choice. I also ignore the urge to pull him against me and keep him safe.

Canyon snuggles into this pillow. “Goodnight, Wade.”

“Goodnight, Canyon.” It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep. I watch him for a few minutes. It’s more about his safetythan being a creep. What if he has a nightmare? Or another panic attack?

I finally fall asleep thinking about Canyon and what it would be like to kiss him.

Chapter Seven

Canyon

Tuesday, June 10th, 7:30 a.m.

I jerk awake, shielding my eyes from the light pouring into the room. An arm around my waist pulls me closer. Wade’s scent hits me before the panic has a chance to kick in.

I’m at camp. In Wade’s bed. The memories of last night tumble through my mind. My panic attack. Admitting to Wade—and Jared and Ander—that I’ve never done anything. Did they catch that? But then, Wade being so tender. So careful. Telling me he was interested. Letting me sleep with him to feel safe. And it worked.

My emotions are all over the place, not sure where to land. Embarrassment? Humiliation? But also happiness and excitement. But it’s my first day of leading activities, and being late on my first day wouldn’t be good. Making the boss late because he’s snuggling against me and—I gasp as Wade rocks against me. His erection poking my bottom. Now I’m hard. And I’m not even sure he’s awake.

“Wade?”

“Hmm?” His sleepy voice isn’t helping my condition.

“Wade,” I hiss and turn, making it so much worse as he pulls me into his arms and—oh God. Delicious sparks spread through me as our dicks slide against each other. I want to strip him down and feel his skin against mine. And that’s enough to wake me up. This can never happen. I’d have to show Wade my body. My scars…

Wade bucks against me, giving me more of those sparks, and it’s too much. No matter what happens with Wade, my first time won’t be a quicky on the first day of my new but temporary job.

“Wade!” I shake his shoulder, ignoring the tantalizing skin. The curve of his bicep. He moans, and holy cow, this is torture. “Stop humping me and wake up.”

He jerks awake and rubs his eyes. “Can?” A look of horror passes over his face, and he scoots back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

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