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On light socked feet, I hurry to the bed, pull my weighted blanket in with me and snuggle in. He flicks off the light and lies back on his side.
He’s far enough from me that I can’t feel his body heat. But I can smell him – woodsy like a fire and sweet like marshmallows. His scent is comforting and I take in a deep lungful, letting it settle the weary pieces inside me.
“Garrett?”
“Yes, Short Stack. What is it now?” He moves, the mattress dipping under his weight and in the darkness I can make out the line of his head and shoulders.
“Has Bigfoot ever been spotted in Yorkshire?”
“Is that a serious question?” he mutters, amusement in his tired voice.
“Yes. No.” I take a deep breath, then blow it out. “Humour me?”
Chapter eight
Garrett
There’s a warm, hard body plastered to my back and a jogger covered leg over my hip.
My cock is hard and my skin sweaty and I don’t dare move for fear of waking Roman. I like the feel of him against me more than I care to admit. When he came through last night, his skin was pale in the light of the bedside lamp, and he had wide, frightened eyes. Everything in me screamed to make sure he was okay.
After a long discussion about Big Foot and wolves and the overall dangers of the woods, Roman fell asleep. Though I’m sure his fear of the storm and the unknown outside goes deeper than he’s letting on. He lay with his face towards me, his hair spread over the pillow and his hand next to mine. So close that our pinkies touched. I wanted to wrap my hand around his. But wouldn’t that be a ridiculous thing to do? We barely know each other. Mother Nature, or fate, or a poorly functioning computer system threw us together, but that doesn’t mean he’s out herelooking to hook up. Especially not with someone like me. Old and boring.
And now? Now, this sexy, sweet man is wrapped around me like a koala and I refuse to move and let the connection between us end. I’ve never been with someone who cuddles as intensely as Roman does, stuck to my back all night, at least one hand holding onto some part of me while he slept. I will admit, I like it. A lot.
His warm breath ghosts my ear, setting off goosebumps over my skin, and I rest a hand on his leg, absentmindedly massaging his calf.
“Hmmm, don’t stop,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. “Too nice.”
Roman shuffles closer, the rigidness of his morning wood pressing against my back. The awareness of it makes my own cock throb. I should get up. I should get up and take care of this in the shower. Alone.
“Gare Bear,” he says, his lips right at my ear, his hand now on my hip. “Thank you for letting me cuddle you last night.” He rolls away from me before I can reply, and I whine inside, my body missing the feel of him.
Fuck fuckity fuck. Have I gone and caught feelings for the little intruder?
I move my head against the pillow, blaming my lack of a sex life for the past few months for my sudden influx feelings towards the guy.
I roll onto my other side, watching as he climbs out of the bed, subtly adjusting himself. He’s wearing purple Christmas pajamas. With reindeers and gift-wrapped boxes printed on them. They’re far too big, hanging on his lithe frame, but they look comfortable and he looks adorable.
I clear my throat. “It’s no problem.”
His cheeks are flushed pink as he points to the bedroom door.
“I’m going to take a shower and have a bowl of cereal. If the rain has stopped, I’ll head off into the village after breakfast.”My stomach sinks.
I sit up, keeping the duvet covering my crotch.
“Even if the rain has let up, you should probably give the ground a day or two to dry. There’s a risk of mudslides after a storm like that.”
His eyes widen, and I hate I put more fear in them. I don’t even know if my comment is true, but I’d be lying if I pretended I didn’t know where the comment came from.
“Oh. Okay. Well, if you don’t mind –”
“I don’t,” I rush to say. “When it looks safe, I’ll walk into the village with you.”
He smiles and dips his head, then retreats to the shower.
I listen to the sound of the water running while I take my cock in hand and work myself over fast and hard, the image of a blue-haired troublemaker in my mind. I let out a groan, holding in the desire to shout his name, and spill my hot seed over my stomach, just as I hear the click of the bathroom door.
