Page 118 of Into These Eyes
Forgetting the lamp, I turn over, frantically searching the bed for the vibrator before he—
My door flies open, the overhead light blinding me.
“Are you—”
“Get out!” I scream at him, hauling the covers up to my neck with one hand while my other desperately tries to find the vibrator before he spots it. To my horror, I see it roll down the hoisted duvet and come to a stop just shy of my feet.
Even though I don’t want to look, my eyes flick to his face and, as I suspected, he’s locked onto the traitorous pink toy.
Far too late, I use my foot to flip the corner of the duvet over it.
His eyes snap onto my exposed feet. Clearing his throat, he doesn’t even attempt to suppress a grin.
“You might want to …”
I follow his gaze, my face burning with mortification when I spot my crumpled undies on display.
“Out!” I yell, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him. Of course, he catches it.
And has the nerve to chuckle. “Are you sure you don’t need my, ah …assistancewith … anything?”
“I swear to God, if you don’t get out …”
Placing the pillow over my undies, he walks out. When he shuts the door, I hear his laughter as he moves down the hallway.
I cover my burning face, utter humiliation invading every cell in my body. Did he just imply that he wanted toassistme with my vibrator? And now that I think about it, was that longing behind his amusement?
Letting out an involuntary groan, I clamp a hand over my mouth, all too aware how that probably sounds. Then, like a petulant child, I thrum my heels and fists against the mattress. How the fuck am I ever going to face him again?
I take a few deep, gulping breaths and tell myself to act like an adult and deal with it. Why should I be ashamed? The number of times I’ve seen him with an erection, he’s probably doing it every day, multiple times a day, I reason. He just hasn’t been stupid enough to get caught. Of course, I haven’t taken it upon myself to barge into his room either.
Letting out a silent huff of air, I realise why he came barrelling in here. He heard glass breaking and thought I might be in danger. He’d been protecting me. Doing what I’d asked him to do.God!I can’t even be mad at him.
Opening my eyes, I’m almost blinded by the bright overhead light. Leaning over the side of the bed, I inspect the broken glass and water on the floorboards. I’ll have to clean it up. I can just see myself half asleep, stumbling to the toilet and cutting my feet open.
Pulling on my underwear, I retrieve the vibrator from the end of the mattress and place it back in the bottom drawer. Then I scoot over to the other side of the bed, slip on my pjs, grab my robe and crack the door open.
The hallway’s dark, no light coming from Gavin’s room.
Just as I’m about to sneak out, I glance down. And freeze.
There, waiting for me, is a roll of paper towels and a dustpan set.
My heart swells. He’s so damn sweet it makes me want to cry.
Up extra-early the next morning, I slip on my robe and silently open my bedroom door. From the kitchen, I hear quiet little noises. Damn it. I’d hoped to leave for work before he emerged. So I could avoid him until tonight, when I won’t be able to hide. Because apparently, we have a date.
My heart skips in my chest. Okay. Better to rip the band-aid off now and get the embarrassment over with instead of fretting about it all day.
Right. All I have to do is make the topic off-limits in an attempt to prevent further humiliation.
I head to the laundry first and put away the dustpan and paper towels. Taking a deep breath, I pad into the kitchen to find him filling the coffee machine with beans.
He knows I’m there before I say a word. I see it in the tightening of the muscles and the straightening of his spine.
He casually puts the bag of beans in the cupboard, then turns to face me with an amused smirk on his lips and a devilish spark in his eyes.
Bastard.
