Page 35 of Crash
Fall, as in the L-word.
Thirteen
Lincoln
Watching a movie with a woman wasn’t something I was used to.
It was friend zone to the max, but I wasn’t sure where Violet went anymore. Friend, lover, girlfriend—I didn’t know what I wanted.
A layer had been peeled off her hard exterior, and I’d caught a glimpse of the real Violet…and I liked what I saw. Really fucking liked. Underneath her fear, there was a woman I could get to know. Not just the good parts, meaning the physical, but all the bits that made her tick. She’d let me in just a fraction and placed her trust in me and I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve it.
I was in big fucking trouble.
One, I’d fucked Andrea. Two, I’d slept with Violet. One of those things was not like the other.
I was treading a very dangerous line.
Opening my eyes, I blinked hard. Violet was still asleep, her eyelashes looking longer than usual against her cheeks. We’d left the blind open last night, and sunlight was streaming into the room, lighting everything in a warm glow. I’d turned the lamp on in case she woke in the middle of the night and found me still there while she slept, and it was just as I’d left it too. Violet’s face was wreathed in shadow—my shoulder was blocking the sunlight from hitting her face, which was why she was still asleep. Fuck, she looked so innocent…
I shifted and turned off the lamp, the shadow I cast moved and her face was illuminated.Damn it.
Her eyes fluttered open as the sunlight coaxed her awake, and her gaze settled on mine. I didn’t know what I was expecting her to do when she saw me there, being daylight and all, but she smiled.
“Hey.” Her voice was all husky from sleep, and fuck it to hell it was sexy.
“Hey.”
“Sorry.”
I frowned.
“For falling asleep on you,” she murmured.
“S’okay. I fell asleep too.”
“What time is it?”
“Just after six.”
She burrowed into the pillow, her face screwing up. She wasn’t a morning person.
I didn’t know what to say, so I asked, “Do you want a lift into Pulse later?”
She buried a little deeper into the covers. “No. It’s okay.”
“I don’t mind.” It was an excuse to spend a little more one-on-one time with her.
“You’d just have to drive me home again.”
That didn’t bother me either, but she obviously didn’t want me to. Best not to push my luck.
Sitting up, I stretched my arms over my head. “I better get going then. I’ll see you at work.”
She went to get up, but I shook my head. “It’s super early. I can see myself out.”
She hesitated a moment, then her expression softened. “Okay.”
Hauling myself to my feet, I pulled my boots on and shuffled to the door. As I glanced back at the bed, she turned to watch me. “See ya.”
