Page 78 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart
“Seriously, though.” Cash sets his bowl down with a clatter, leaning back and draping one arm over the back of his chair. “Skaggs is usually the chillest guy in this place. Wonder what his fucking problem is.”
Me.
I’m the problem, it’s me.
I force a laugh. “Maybe he didn’t sleep well. It was rough going after I barged into his room.”
“Or. Maybe he needs to get laid.” He tips his head back, eyeballing me. “Thank god for Paige, man. Woke up this morning with her mouth on me and thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”
My stomach twists.
I take another too-big gulp of orange juice to keep from visibly gagging.
Cash opens one eye, peering at me. “You okay, Poppy? You don’t look so great either.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah?” Cash’s grin widens. “Cause if you’re feeling neglected, I can set you up, if you catch my drift.”
I have no idea if he’s talking about sex, or drugs, or both.
“No—but thanks.”
“Or you could, you know—take care of it yourself.”
The air feels too heavy. I push away from the counter, moving to rinse my glass in the sink, the cool water rushing over my fingers.
“I said I’mfine, Cash.”
“Okay, okay.” Cash rolls his eyes, pushing off the counter and stretching his arms over his head, his shirt riding up to expose a strip of skin and a line of dark hair trailing down beneath his waistband. “Jeez. Everyone is so uptight around here.”
He grabs his keys off the counter and makes his way to the door, pausing to shoot me one last grin.
“I’m hitting the gym. Maybe when I get back, you two will have chilled the fuck out.”
Highly.
Doubt.
That.
The door slams behind him, and the silence that follows is deafening. The only sound left is the rush of the water down the hall—the shower still running.
Turner’s in there.
Naked.
Wet.
And all I can think about is how his voice sounded last night when he whispered good night in my ear.
My stomach twists, a knot of anxiety and longing and complete and utter confusion.
What do I do now?
My stomach growls. Food.
I need food. It will distract me from the fact that Turner is currently naked and wet, with steam curling around his body and water dripping down all those muscles I’ve definitely never thought about licking.
