Page 55 of I Knead You Tonight

Drew expels a heavy breath and pushes off the door, and I take it as my cue to finally move before she realizes the water isn’t running and we just got off together.

I crank the water to the highest heat I can get and kick my jeans off the rest of the way before diving under the steady stream.

I make quick work of scrubbing myself down and am stepping out of the shower within five minutes.

I towel off then wrap it around myself, slipping back into the bedroom.

Drew’s on the bed now, the blanket tucked up around her, all the way to her chin.

I want so badly to crawl into the bed behind her and wrap my arm around her.

Not to do anything sexual—though I wouldn’t be opposed—but just to lie next to her. To feel her body plastered against mine.

To be close to her.

Instead, I turn toward my dresser and pull out a pair of gym shorts, sliding them on under my towel, then toss it into the hamper in the corner of the room.

“Did you just skip undies?”

I glance over at her, smirking. “Were you just watching me change?”

She shrugs. “I was hoping you’d drop the towel.”

I laugh. “Someone’s still horny.”

“Well, ifsomeonehadn’t turned me down, that wouldn’t be an issue.”

I open my mouth, but she cuts me off.

“I like that you were all chivalrous though. And thinking rationally, unlike me. Us sleeping together would have been a horrible idea, so I’m not mad.”

It wouldn’t have been that bad of an idea,I want to say.

But I don’t.

Snapping my mouth closed, I give her a half smile. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I’ve been trying but I can’t.”

“Well, you should try harder. Your gremlin will probably be up in a few hours for a feeding.”

Groaning, she rolls onto her back. “Don’t remind me of how little sleep I get, Winston. The bags under my eyes mean I am well aware.”

“I don’t mind your baggy eyes.”

She grins. “Thanks.”

I start for the living room, knowing I need to try to get some sleep myself if I want to get up for a sunrise walk on the beach.

“Where are you going?”

I point toward the other room. “Couch.”

“Don’t be stupid. Get in here.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I round the bed and crawl into the other side, making sure there’s still about a foot of distance between us. I’d rather not accidentally poke her with my morning wood.

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