Page 70 of #Starstruck

“It’s probably not what you think.”

“I think you’re giving me a piece of wood.”

“It’s a bundling board.” He looked at me expectantly, like I should know what that was. “Like what the Amish do. When you told me about your grandparents, I did a little research. When a couple is courting, they are allowed to stay up all night talking. The girl’s family puts this board down the middle of a bed, and the girl gets under the covers, but the guy doesn’t. It was something about conserving fuel in the winter. I’m going to be leaving tomorrow afternoon. At the end of every evening we’re together, saying good night to you is the worst part of my day. I thought maybe this way you could stay.”

My mouth hung open in shock. I didn’t know what to say.

He put his free hand in his jeans pocket, a gesture I knew meant he felt anxious or nervous about something, which was so endearing. “I don’t expect anything. I know nothing’s going to happen between us. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can before I go.”

It was ... incredibly sweet. And thoughtful. And respectful. And I’d never had anyone do anything like this for me before.

My silence made him keep talking. “I considered emptying one of the guest rooms so we could wallpaper it. Isn’t that what your grandmother said? If we could wallpaper a room without killing each other, we had a promising future?”

I finally found my voice. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I pay attention to things you say, Zoe. Anyway, I thought bundling was a much better idea. I wouldn’t want you to get all dirty and tired.”

“So it had nothing to do with getting me to stay all night in your room. You were only thinking of me,” I teased. I rested my hand on the top of the bundling board.

“I’m very selfless like that.”

“But I don’t have anything to sleep in.” I knew I didn’t have to worry about brushing my teeth given his well-stocked guest rooms.

And I would most definitely be brushing my teeth.

“I actually have something for you to sleep in. I asked One-F to go pick out a nightgown. Or I can lend you something of mine.”

He always thought about the little things. I loved the idea of sleeping in his clothes, surrounded by his scent, next to him in his bed (even if a board was between us). But he had made the effort to get me something, and it would be rude not to accept. “I’ll take what your assistant picked out. You’re very detail oriented.”

His eyes flashed hot, and he raked them up and down my body, sending shivers racing across my skin. “You should remember that. For a possible someday.”

There was no way I would ever forget.

I gulped and asked, “So where’s this nightgown?”

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” His eyes were big and hopeful.

“You know I want to stay.”

Chase reached out and hugged me with his free arm, then kissed my cheek. “It’s up in the guest room you used last time. Get changed, and join me when you’re done.”

We parted at the top of the stairs, where I went to the guest room, and he went to his. I took out my phone and thought about calling Lexi. Getting her advice. Which would probably be useless, because she would just tell me to toss the board and see where things went. I settled on texting her that I’d be home really late and not to worry. If I said I’d be out all night, she’d never stop bugging me for information.

She responded quickly.

A paper bag sat on the bed, and I had a moment of apprehension. What had One-F bought? I reached in and pulled out the most old-fashioned nightgown I’d ever seen. I actually laughed. It was made out of light-blue cotton, long-sleeve with lace ruffles, and when I held it against me, I saw it would go to midcalf. It had dumb little pink bows on it and lace that went up to my neck. I hadn’t needed to worry. There was nothing immodest or appealing about it at all. I wondered what kind of instructions Chase had given his assistant.

I decided to have a quick shower, and I put my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. I locked the door behind me, but I knew I didn’t need to. Chase wouldn’t come in here. As I’d told him more than once, I trusted him.

The hot water beat against my back, and I leaned my forehead against the shower wall. Was I making a mistake? Would this be too much temptation? Were we just playing with fire? The problem with fire-playing is that it ends when people got burned. Then again, if it was an Amish tradition, how risqué could it actually be?

Deciding I trusted him and myself, I turned off the shower, toweled off, and put on the ridiculous nightgown. I tried not to laugh at my reflection. I looked like I had just wandered off the set ofLittle House on the Prairie.

After I had brushed my teeth and put my clothes in the bag on the bed, I walked down the hall to Chase’s room, feeling nervous excitement bubbling in my stomach.

I hesitated and then knocked on his door. He yelled out, “Come in!” His words sounded garbled, like he was brushing his teeth. I opened the door, and the first thing that hit me was that specific, amazing Chase scent. His room was decorated in dark blues and different shades of brown. His bed was enormous; it looked bigger than a king. It had a quilted cream-colored headboard, and behind it were planks of wood in different sizes and colors. I heard Chase turn off the faucet and felt a new wave of anxiety. I distracted myself by looking at the opposite end of the room. There were two window seats with pillows that matched the ones on his bed and a bookshelf between the windows that I wanted to check out.

But Chase chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom, his hair still damp from his shower. He wore drawstring cotton pajama bottoms, and I put my hand over my stomach when I saw his chest.Have mercy on my ovaries.

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