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“Stop staring at me and lay the fuck down.”
I let out a soft laugh and shook my head as I moved to the bed. For some reason, I felt the need to crawl in as gingerly as possible.
I didn’t have a moment to think about how odd this whole thing was because the second my head hit the pillow, I was out.
I wasn’t a mover when I slept. I pretty much almost always woke up in the same position that I’d gone to sleep in. But I knew the moment I started to drift out of my slumber that I wasn’t on my back with my arm behind my head. And I knew that I was no longer on my side of the bed. I also knew that the warmth that was heating my front wasn’t because the heater was on.
I was a little terrified to open my eyes.
“Don’t move, you’re keeping my butt warm.”
Well, I certainly couldn’t argue with that, right?
Except that the longer her scent invaded my nose and her soft stomach lightly rose and fell against my palm, the more I started to wake up. And I wasn’t talking about my brain.
I screwed my eyes closed and tried to think of anything but sex. I wasn’t one of those assholes that used the fact that I hadn’t been laid in a while as an excuse. Besides, it hadn’t beenthatlong. But that wasn’t the point. I didn’t want Bridget to think that I was trying to start anything and I really didn’t want her to get weirded out.
“You got stiff on me,” she mumbled sleepily and I tried not to tense even more. “What’s up? And more importantly, can you just forget about whatever it is and go back to sleep? If it has anything to do with your boner poking me in the back, we can just ignore it on the account that every dude gets morning wood.”
I had to stifle a laugh.
Then she suddenly rolled over, tossing her leg over my hip in the process. The fact that her body now was pressed up against mine was not fucking helping.
“There, now there is boner room,” she mumbled referring to the space between our hips. Thesmallspace. And why did the wordbonercoming out of her mouth not help the situation at all? “Besides, my tits are cold.”
And now I was thinking about them and the fact that they were pressed up against my chest.
No.
I couldn’t do this.
I just couldn’t keep my cool right now.
And it wasn’t like I wanted to jump her bones. I mean, she was cute and… something. She was different, that was for sure. I’d never met another woman like her but it wasn’t a bad thing.
“Bridget,” I said and it came out strained.
“Ugh,” she said unhappily. “You’re going to make me get up, aren’t you?”
This was awkward as hell but more so because she seemed so casual about it.
My head was spinning and I didn’t know what the fuck to think.
“I gotta get to work,” I said with a hint of panic in my voice.
I rolled out of bed, snatched some clean clothes out of the dresser, and locked myself in the bathroom with lightning speed.
I took the coldest, fastest shower I had in my life. I yanked up my pants angrily and then brushed my teeth the same way.
Why?
Well, it wasn’t like I was really angry. More like super frustrated but that was so strange. I mean, I wasn’t super attracted to Bridget. I hardly knew her, to be honest. And even if I did, it wouldn’t matter because she would be leaving when she got her shit all straightened out or whatever.
Yeah, okay, I didn’t have a problem with casual hook-ups but she somehow seemed to straddle the line between someone you’d be alright with never seeing again and someone you’d maybe, possibly think about spending more time with.
I was a smart enough guy to know that having sex would either complicate whatever was going on or totally ruin it. I could admit that I wanted to know more about her and that I liked hanging out with her.
So with that, I decided that I wasn’t going to go there even if it was sort of hanging out there in the air. I think. Okay, I wasn’t sure.
Bridget really confused the fuck out of me.
Maybe it was best to keep my distance, fix her car, and send her on her way.
