Page 31 of Spring Break With a Baby Daddy
“Maybe we should do what you said, put everything aside and wait until after we’ve spoken to the lawyer on Monday,” I say hoping to end the conversation.
“Only if that means you aren’t going to disappear into your head for the next two days.”
I glance at the big screen on the wall. “Maybe we can watch a movie to distract us.”
“We can. Then again, it might be better to try and get some sleep while Cade’s asleep.”
“He’ll probably be awake again soon.” I look at my watch. “In about two hours maybe. Barely enough time to eat and shower.”
And there goes my imagination again. Thinking about getting naked with Easton in the next room. What would he do if I left the bathroom door open?
“What’s going through your head right now?” he asks with a grin.
“Nothing.”
His laughter echoes off the walls. “Right. Talking about having a shower always makes you red in the face then.” His gaze drops to my chest where I know my nipples are poking against the fabric of my t-shirt.
I keep my mouth shut. I have no answer for him. At least not a verbal one. The signals my body is sending are answer enough.
With a huff, I step out of his hold and move around him. “I’ll shower first.” I don’t wait for him to comment. Just quick-march my way out of the room to the safety of the bathroom and a locked door between me and what’s proving to be my ultimate temptation.
Easton
Something shifted when we had our weird little heart to heart.
I can’t say what. Or even pinpoint what it is that’s different.
All I know is since then my chest hasn’t felt as constricted and Vivi seems more at ease around me. Not that she’s been high strung or anything. I think she’s naturally tense, as though she’s constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
She’s never come off as anxious or nervous, if anything she’s confident, unfazed by any situation. But with that comes a stiffness I’m not sure she’s aware she has. Or even if anyone else notices it.
Okay, maybe I’ve spent too much time watching her. I’ll own that because I can’t deny she fascinates me. I want to know every little thing about her. Have since the second I saw her, which is unlike me when it comes to women.
I’ve dated. I’m not a monk or anything in spite of my recent celibacy. But until Vivi turned up at Vail’s house last December I hadn’t found interest in a woman since…
Fuck.
The last time I indulged in sex I was halfway drunk and screwed some woman whose name I don’t remember—if I even got it.
I can’t pull up an image of her either. The encounter is a hazy memory of a quick fuck in the private bathroom of a club opening I attended at the request of the owner who had bought the building from QVE the year before.
I hadn’t even checked if the woman was okay before fastening my pants and exiting the bathroom—leaving the club.
Not my finest moment.
But then random hookups had lost their appeal long before that night and I will admit to feeling lonely before that night and being ashamed of my behavior after it.
I still don’t know what possessed me to take the woman up on her offer other than she was persistent, wore me down when my initial answer had been no. The countless number of drinks I knocked back probably added to my eventual acceptance of her offer.
Shaking my head clear of the past, I look at my future, or the woman who will share it with me. If I’m lucky.
She’s on the couch beside me, her head tilted at an angle that can’t be comfortable to rest on my shoulder. I don’t think she made it through the first fifteen minutes of the movie before she fell asleep.
I should move her to the bed before Cade wakes up for a bottle. If I do, I can unlock the wheels on the cradle and bring him out here so he doesn’t disturb her.
Leaving the movie running, I try to scoot out from under her without letting her drop to the couch.
I underestimated her depth of sleep though, because I barely have my hand supporting her head, my butt an inch or two forward on the cushion when she comes awake with a snap.
