Page 32 of Falling for the Bad Boy
“Goodnight, Oliver.”
I planted a soft kiss on the delicate skin right behind her ear. “Goodnight.”
Within moments, her breathing evened out. But I laid there awake, until the bright morning rays flooded through my window, wondering what the hell I was going to do about Trinity Ryan and the roadblock she represented.
When I woke, she was gone. No note. No forgotten item of clothing. No sign she’d even been there. I checked the clock on the nightstand. Hell, I must have been more worn out than I thought. I’d slept half the day away. Sundays weren’t a busy day at the bar, so Wyatt rarely scheduled me for a shift, but I did need to get some work done for a few of my classes. Rolling toward the pillow Trinity had used, I inhaled. The scent of her shampoo filled my nose.
I closed my eyes, reliving the events of last night. How it felt to have her under me, moving against me. The way she’d moaned as she lost control. That was enough. I rolled off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. Thinking about fucking Trinity wasn’t going to lead anywhere good.
By the time I’d showered and sat down at the table, I couldn’t get her out of my head. I got up and peered into the fridge. Nothing but a six-pack of beer, a few bites of a leftover sandwich, and maybe half a glass of orange juice. With my stomach bitching and moaning for a late lunch, I gathered my notes and laptop into my backpack. I’d grab a bite in some neutral location, one that didn’t hold an aftermath of sensory overload of a night spent with Trinity.
As I took wide strides to the door, something caught my eye. A small knit bag sat on the floor by the couch. Right where Trinity had been last night when I found her. I walked toward it, not sure if she’d left her purse or something else. As I picked it up, I admired the workmanship. Having been raised around sheep, I knew more than I wanted to about fiber and anything that had to do with fiber arts, so I could appreciate the even gauge of the stitches and the colorwork around the middle.
Even though I felt like I shouldn’t, I peered inside. A set of double-pointed knitting needles rested inside, holding half of a finished sock. I let the flap of the bag fall shut. Knitting. It had to be knitting. I shook my head as I set the bag back down on the couch. I’d take it over later. Right now, I needed air. I needed space. I needed to spend some time somewhere that Trinity hadn’t been in the last twenty-four hours.
Fifteen minutes later, I bit into a club sandwich as I read over my lecture notes from last week. The twenty-four-hour diner was only about a quarter full since the breakfast and brunch crowd had already passed through. I paused to scribble a few thoughts down in my notebook as the bell above the door jingled.
I looked up, my gaze drawn to the woman with the long brown hair…the woman I’d had in my bed last night. The bite of sandwich wedged in my throat. I tried to swallow, but it wouldn’t budge. Before I could figure out how to handle being in the same space, she saw me.
“Oliver?” Trinity walked toward my table, her friend Macy beside her. “What are you doing here?”
I motioned to my throat as I downed a gulp of water. Coughing, I set my water bottle down and stood. “Sorry. Went down the wrong pipe there.”
A tiny wrinkle appeared between her brows, but her lips turned up at the edges. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, fine.” I thumped on my chest with my fist as I cleared my throat. “Good as new.”
“You remember Macy?”
“Of course.” I tossed a grin toward Trinity’s friend. “Nice to see you again.”
“Nice to see you, too.” Macy raised a brow as she turned to Trinity. Had she confided in her friend about staying over at my place?
Trinity’s green eyes grew wider as the two women communicated through what appeared to be ESP, including some subtle gestures and pointed looks.
After a few moments, Macy gestured toward a table along the wall. “I’m going to get us a place to sit. See you later, Oliver.”
I nodded, waiting until Macy got settled on the other side of the room before turning back to Trinity. “You didn’t wake me up this morning.”
She glanced at her feet, her nose crinkling up. “I didn’t want to bother you. I’m not really a morning after kind of gal.”
“I get it.” Damn, body of an angel and an attitude toward sex that matched my own. Maybe she was the perfect woman. “Well, I had a good time last night.”
“Yeah, me too.” She met my gaze, her cheeks taking on such a slight tint of pink I almost missed it. Then she turned away. “I’ll see you around, okay?”
Before I could think of a witty response, she brushed past me to join Macy. I stood there for a few seconds, not quite sure how to react. I’d never been dissed so fast after spending the night with a woman.
No longer in the mood for lunch, I wrapped the rest of my sandwich up and stuffed my things back in my backpack. There was one place I knew of where I’d be least likely to run into Trinity. Based on the way things had gone down between her and Wyatt, she’d probably do just about anything to avoid crossing the threshold of Tapped. With a final glance at her back, I left the diner and headed straight to the bar.
CHAPTER 14
Trinity
“Earth to Trinity. Come in, Trinity.” Macy slumped against the back of her chair.
“What?” I glanced up, my attention drawn by the loud huff Macy let out.
“Where are you? I’ve been talking about making plans for your grand opening for the past five minutes.”
