Page 51 of Fighting His Fate
Misgiving number one.
He dropped his towel, flashing his ass in the dimly lit room before pulling on a pair of boxer briefs.
This was going to be difficult. Far more difficult than she’d bargained for. She needed to lay some ground rules. “Brett?”
He was pulling a shirt over his head, the muscles of his chest rippling. “Hmm?”
“We need to talk.”
A ten-gigawatt smile slid over his mouth. “Uh-oh. Am I in trouble?” He bent to retrieve a pair of jeans.
“It’s about tonight.”
He stepped into the pants. “Sounds serious.”
“We can’t do that again.”
His smile fell. He moved to the bed and sat down. “Did I hurt you?”
Heat filled her cheeks at the memory. “That’s not it. I just think it’s better if we keep things light between us.”
“Light.”
She nodded. “Casual.”
“Casual.”
She cocked her head. “Why are you repeating everything I say?”
“I’m just trying to understand. I thought we had fun.”
Fun.
That was the problem. He’d had fun, while she’d damn near fallen in love. “We did.”
“But you don’t want to do it again.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Because you want to keep it casual.”
She blew out air, exasperated. “I already said that.”
He furrowed his brow. “Why can’t we have sex and keep it casual?”
“I don’t do that. I mean, I did it last night, and that’s fine and good and all, but I don’t want to do it again.”
“What’s going on here? Are you upset about something?”
“No. I just want to come to an understanding. No more sex. We’ll keep it platonic. We’ll be friends.”
“Friends.”
She grabbed a baby bottle from the nightstand. “I swear to God, if you repeat me one more time, I’m going to pound you over the head with this bottle.”
“Aggressive.” He smiled. “I like that.”
“Quit it.” She picked Toby up off her chest and handed him to Brett. “I’m going in the shower.”
