Page 74 of No Rings Attached
“Yes, you-you.”
Cue my ovaries swooning like teenage girls at a boy band concert.
He took a steadying breath. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you.”
“I’d never think that.” And it was true. I trusted Drew. Now, my own body, I’m not sure I trusted it to not take advantage of him.
“I just need a minute to get myself under control and you moving around isn’t helping me do that.”
“What, like this?” I slid my body up.
Crap.Bad Eleanor was taking control.
He sucked in a breath, his muscles tensing. “Really. Not. Helping.”
I kissed the hollow of his throat. He was right, we weren't ready for anything more than what we’d done so far. To save myself, and him, I rolled—literally rolled—off his body.
Too much momentum, though, and I went right over the edge of the mattress with a yelp, thudding onto the carpeted floor.
I popped up, resting my elbows on the side of the bed, hair likely sticking out in one hundred different directions, and managed, “Better?”
“Yes and no,” he groaned, throwing an arm over his face.
“Sorry for breaching the pillow wall last night.”
He turned his head to face me and that sweet, tilted smile I loved curved his lips. “I didn’t mind.”
If he was going to be honest, I should too. “Me neither.” That low hum of sexual tension between us was starting to feel normal and a little exciting.
My phone alarm blared, breaking the spell. I patted the floor till I found it and smacked it silent. Of course.
Destiny had clearly decided our sex life was a sitcom and kept cueing laugh-track interruptions.
I glanced at the screen. Missed call from Mom. “Well, the possible bright spot of today will be if Matt is totally rude to Mom and Celia.”
“Are you sure you want to go alone?” It was sweet of him to ask, but I knew he needed to be at work. There were several meetings he really shouldn’t miss on his schedule.
“I’ll be okay.” I heaved myself up. It was better to just get ready and get today over with.
Although, I did have an extra pep in my step as Drew eyed my body when I walked to the bathroom.
Maybe I needed to lose the rest of my pajamas so I could just borrow his clothes every night.
The second Mom and Celia entered Matt’s diner, I knew.
The door swung open with a gust of cold air, but it wasn’t the chill that made my skin prickle. Even the soft jingle of the bell overhead faded into the background as goosebumps crept up my arms, the fine hairs standing stiff and alert.
They were here.
“Well isn’t this placequaint,” Celia sniffed, unwinding her scarf like she expected it to be crawling with fleas. At least today it was just her, my mother, and me. The camera crew was busy at the inn editing footage of her and Kyle they’d taken just before she’d left for Ruby River.
“Find your own seat!” Matt barked from behind the counter.
Celia startled so hard she nearly strangled herself with the scarf. I choked back my laughter.
Mom leaned in toward me and whispered, “Are you sure there’snowhereelse to eat? Somewhere a little … less greasy?”
“Yes, Mother. This is literally the only place in town for breakfast,” I lied, because Ruby River had at least one more option, but Matt’s glare was worth a little dishonesty.
