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Weston sits up, running a hand over his face, and I’m so mortified I can hardly stand to look at him. I’ve heard stories from Mabel and Hattie of going out with a guy, only for them to get their rocks off and fall asleep, not giving a shit about whether or not my friends got to come.
There were times with Jonathan that he’d nod off after, or I’d pretend to orgasm just so he’d stop with his pitiful attempts.
But last night, with Weston, the tables were turned. I happily took everything he was willing to give and fell asleep before he even returned from the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, pressing the backs of my hands into my cheeks as an attempt to cool them. “Last night was?—”
“—a mistake,” Weston finishes, clearing his throat and shifting away from me. “No, I’m sorry, Elsie, I should have?—”
“Oh, right—” my heart is pounding in my throat again, but this time, not for a fun reason. Weston thinks last night was a mistake. He probably thinks I’m selfish. Or a dead fish—only able to take and not receive. “I mean?—”
He raises a hand to me, “It’s okay, I understand. I don’t—I mean, we shouldn’t complicate things by being physically involved, right?”
I must have said that at some point. And he told me, point-blank, that he doesn’t have time right now for a real relationship.
My stomach lurches, and I stand, taking his sheet with me, cheeks flaming at the fact that I am still very much naked, andI’m about to drag his bedding out into the hallway with me to keep him from seeing me.
Even though he saweverypart of me last night.
I can’t stay here and think about it for another second, or I’m absolutely going to throw up on his nice wood floor.
“Right.” I grind the word out and take care not to trip on the sheet as I hurry to the door. “No, absolutely, I understand—last night was a—well, it shouldn’t happen again. I’ll just—I’ll return your sheet later.”
And with that, I shut the door to his room, only to realize the corner of the sheet is stuck. Sucking in a quick, mortified breath, I let it drop and run the rest of the way to the guest room, my entire body flushed with adrenaline, lust, and disappointment.
Weston thinks last night was a mistake.
Of course he does. He’s used to sex with Leda Temple.
Or maybe he was telling the truth about not having time for something like this. Either way, I’m in trouble.
Because I didn’t feel like last night was a mistake. I got a taste of him, and I want more—more of his body, more quiet moments alone with him.
It’s terrifying, like my heart is breaking prematurely for something I know I’ll never really get to have. After hastily pulling on a pair of jeans a t-shirt, and running my hands through my hair, I do the only thing I can think of.
“You totally slept together, didn’t you?” Mabel asks the moment she picks up the call. I run into the bathroom, turn down the volume, and spend the next hour avoiding Weston and over-examining everything that happened with my best friends.
Chapter 18
Weston
Sleeping with Elsie was a real fucking mistake.
Because I haven’t been able to think about anything else, and I didn’t even get my cock in her. Tasting her, feeling her come around me, it was almost—almost—as satisfying as a release of my own, and that’s something I’ve never felt with another woman.
I was consumed by her. And I don’t have to be a genius to know that a connection like that is dangerous as hell.
Only there was a strange look on her face this morning, when she ran out of my room. Like she was hiding something. Surely, she thought the whole thing was a mistake, too.
I mean, she literally saidoh, God.She sat up like she was waking up from a nightmare, rather than from a night of sleeping next to me.
When I came back from the bathroom, Elsie was fully out, curled into my sheets. I’d tried to wake her, to encourage her to pee or at least wipe up, but she just murmured into the pillow, reaching up and pulling me down next to her.
She’d kissed me on the temple in her sleepy haze, and the feeling that rushed through me was dangerous.
And, yeah, maybe I’d thought about tucking her body into mine, waiting until the next morning to finish what I started. Maybe I’d been a little bit tortured, sleeping next to her fully naked.
But there was also something nice about it. As I was falling asleep, I’d thought of it as the beginning of something.
