Page 59 of Run the Play
Baker:Thanks, Reynolds.
Reid:Wait. Does Rowan know?
Me:Yep.
Reid:Damn, so this is more than just a maybe thing.
Me:More like a forever thing…
Knox:Wait until I tell my wife.
Me:Let me tell her.
Baker:I’m going back to bed.
Foster:Me too.
Reid:Two down. We’re falling fast, boys.
Me:Worth it.
Closing out of the message, I plug my phone in to charge on the nightstand just as the bathroom door opens. Rowan stands in the doorway. Her long blonde hair falls down her back, and from the looks of it, she’s in nothing but my T-shirt.
“Where should I put my things?”
My breath hitches in my lungs. She’s really here. “Wherever you want,” I tell her. She can have the keys to my house and change it all as long as she stays with me. “The chair?” I offer when neither one of us makes a move. I nod toward the corner of the room, where a single chair that never gets used is positioned.
She places her things down and turns to face me. I let my eyes rake over her, and my cock hardens. “You’re beautiful,” I rasp.
She blushes and tilts her head to the floor. Fuck Brown for what he did to her. “I’m going to change. I want you here, in my bed with me, but if you’re not comfortable with that, I can take you to a guest room after I’m done.” I give her time to decide as I grab some pajama bottoms, which I never sleep in, and slip into the bathroom, closing the door behind me to get ready for bed.
Ten minutes later, I open the door to find her sitting at the foot of the bed. “I didn’t know what side was yours.”
“I don’t have a side. I’ve never spent the night with someone in my bed.”
Her eyes widen as if she’s surprised. “I’ll take the side closest to the door.”
“Okay.”
She stands and goes to what will now forever be her side of the bed and slides beneath the covers. She pulls them up to herchin. All I can see is her face, and I can’t stop my smile because she’s fucking sexy and adorable all at the same time.
“Comfy?”
“Yes.” She nods.
Turning off the light, I take my side of the bed and slide beneath the covers as well. We lie in silence, and it’s killing me to have her so close, yet so far away.
“Roe?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I hold you?”
“Is that what you want?”
I turn to look at her. I can see that she’s still staring up at the ceiling, but I can’t make out her features. “Yes, but it’s not just about me. It’s what you want too.”
“I’d like that.” Her reply is so soft, I almost don’t hear it.
