Page 72 of Would You Rather
I smirk. “Good, 'cause I didn’t want to sleep on the floor.”
She scoffs. “What a gentleman.”
I chuckle, but when I look at her, it settles. “I was only kidding, Madeline. If you really didn’t want me on that bed with you, I’d gladly sleep on the floor.”
She stares at me for a while, but then she blinks. “No, it’s fine.” She walks further into the bedroom and places her bag on the bed. “You can get dressed. I need a shower,” Madeline says, heading toward the bathroom. “I smell like plane.”
She does not.She smells fucking incredible. Like warm vanilla and caramel cookies. She’s wearing that damn perfume again. The one that makes her smell good enough to eat.
I hear the shower turn on, and I busy myself with making sure to put all of my shit out of the way so that Madeline doesn’t freak out over my mess. But when she walks out of the bathroom, my mouth drops, and I stop in my tracks.
A billow of steam trails behind her from the hot shower as she walks out looking like an angel from above. Her dark brown skin coated in little droplets of water, covered in a white, fluffy robe and her hair wrapped in a bun on the top of her head.
Holy fuck.
I can’t look away. I don’t want to. I don’t think I understood the implications of sharing a bed with her tonight. I knew she’d be sleeping next to me, but I only just realized she’d be sleeping next to me,looking like that. Her soft curves just a few inches away, her beautiful face without a stitch of makeup on it, staring up at me.
I’m fucked.
So fucked.
I clear my throat and turn around, already missing being able to see her. “I can leave if you want to get changed.”
“No need,” I hear her say. “I just forgot my pajamas. I’ll get changed in the bathroom.”
The door closes once she’s inside and I blow out a heavy breath.Get it together.I shake my head, and I don’t waste any time. I peel off my clothes, tossing them aside into a neatly folded pile, and get changed.
When the bathroom door opens and Madeline walks out again, she’s no longer wearing the white robe, replaced by a set of dainty pajamas that leave very little to the imagination. Pink, with tiny red hearts all over it. The top barely covers her, teasingly grazing her stomach and those shorts… I can’t help but inwardly groan. They leave her long, slender legs on full display. They look so soft and silky, and… fuck. I can’t seem to look away from her.
When I finally drag my eyes away from her legs, I meet her gaze to see she’s blinking at me, looking somewhat taken aback. “Is that what you’re going to wear?” she asks me.
I glance down at my naked chest and boxer shorts, and I can’t help but smirk when I meet her gaze again. “I usually sleep naked.”
Her eyes widen even further, and she quickly turns around, clearly flustered. “That’s, uh, those are fine then,” she says.
A chuckle escapes my lips. “Yeah,” I tease. “I thought you might say that.”
After she wraps her hair and we brush our teeth, we both climb into bed, tugging the covers up. I steal a glance toward my side and notice Madeline as far away as she can get, on the very edge of the mattress. “You’re going to fall off.” I chuckle, a hint of concern in my voice.
She shakes her head, a faint smile on her lips. “I’m good here.”
I let out a sigh. “Madeline. Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” I ask her again, my tone earnest. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable with having me here. It kills me that she is.
“What? No. Of course not.”
I narrow my eyes playfully. “Then why are you so far away from me?”
I watch her throat move when she swallows. “Fine,” she concedes, shuffling a few inches closer to me. It’s still way too far for my liking, but I know how much she doesn’t like touching. I’m good with that. At least she’s still next to me.
A smile spreads across my face, and I roll onto my side to look at her. It seems like I can’t stop looking at her whenever she’s around. My eyes take their fill, looking at her soft brown eyes, the slope of her nose, those plump lips. Fuck, every inch of her is perfection.
Her brows knit together, and she gives me an inquisitive look. “You’re staring.”
Can’t help it. I smirk. “You’re beautiful.”
A dark shade of crimson coats her warm brown skin, and she quickly turns away to face the ceiling. It’s the first time I’vebeen so forward, but I’m done beating around the bush. Acting like I hate her and this situation we’re both in. I don’t anymore. She’s all I want, and I’m going to make damn sure that she knows that.
She remains silent for a moment, still gazing at the ceiling. “It’s late,” she finally says, her voice soft and vulnerable, before she twists her body to face away from me. “I should probably go to sleep.”
