The moon reflects in his gray eyes, making them glow silver. I swallow thickly, my stomach feeling a little unsettled.
Must be all the Jack and Coke.
“I think we should go to bed,” I whisper, continuing to hold him in my arms, where he seems to fit just right.
Marissa was tiny. Delicate even.
There’s something different about having a man in my arms.
Something I’ve never even considered.
Something nice.
A tendril of inky hair blows free from Ren’s half-ponytail and without thinking, I reach up, tucking it behind his ear while I stare at him intently.
He doesn’t say a word, staying comfortably enclosed in my arms.
Time seems to slow, but the moon’s still there.
In his eyes.
Twinkling.
I lean forward, out of my head for a moment, my lips inching closer to his.
The music suddenly cuts off, and the utter silence pulls me back to reality. I step away, making sure he’s steady before I let go of his biceps.
“We should go to bed,” I repeat in a whisper, gesturing toward the ladder.
Ren nods like he’s already half-asleep, and we climb down carefully. I grab his phone and kick sand over the remaining embers before locking the door behind us.
Steering Ren to the bedroom, I point to the end of the bed. “Sit.”
He plops down, and I kneel in front of him, glancing up and making eye contact for a brief moment before I slip his Converse off.
“Be right back.” I hop up, wandering into the kitchen and rummaging through the drawers for the ibuprofen. I dump a couple of pills into my palm and fill a glass with water.
When I return, I find Ren half-naked in bed.
He’s already out of his pants and is currently peeling his T-shirt over his head.
I swallow thickly, attempting to ignore the attraction.
I probably just need to jerk off. It’s been way too long.
“Here, take these.” My voice cracks on the last word like some sort of horny teenager.
“Thanks,” Warren murmurs, swallowing the pills and drinking half the water, too drunk to notice my lingering gaze and complete awkwardness.
Against my will, my eyes dart down to his crotch. The bulge in his underwear isbig, making me wonder things I have no business wondering about.
I shake my head, climbing into my side of the bed fully dressed as if I can use my clothing as some sort of barrier against my lustful and intrusive thoughts.
It’s none of my business whether or not he has an erection.
Or how big it is.
“Let’s go to sleep,” I mutter, letting the exhaustion pull me under.