Page 110 of Huckleberry Hill
I shivered.
“Fuck, you’re cold.”
“I’m always cold.”
“Yeah, but you were wearing nothing but a hoodie and there’s still a bite in the air. I should’ve gotten you a leather jacket. We’ll get you some riding clothes.”
I took a deep breath. “You have to stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop saying things that allude to a future together,” I explained. “That’s exactly why I freaked out last night.”
“I know,” he said easily. “I’m not an idiot. Of course you’re freaked out. You don’t need glasses to see that you’re freaked out.”
He put the helmets on the seat and then took my hand. I let him lead me to the cabin. We took off our shoes and left them on the porch and then we went inside.
Declan flipped on the light and turned to me. I closed the door and locked it.
His gaze narrowed.
“What?” I demanded.
“That.” He pointed to my chest.
“That what?” I looked down. “I’m confused.”
“You’re wearing a man’s hoodie.”
“Yes. It’s Wade’s. I got cold.”
He took a deep breath and then he walked to his bedroom.
I didn’t follow him, choosing instead to stay in the living room. He returned a few moments later holding one of his gray hoodies.
“You can wear this,” he said.
“Not jealous, my ass,” I muttered.
“We’re dating. Ergo, you wear my clothes, no one else’s.”
“Are we dating?” I demanded. “Because it feels like we’ve jumped about fifteen steps ahead of where we’re supposed to be.”
“And where are we supposed to be?”
“Getting to know each other.”
“We know each other. Intimately.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I snapped.
“Hoodie,” he reminded me. He laid the hoodie he’d brought out for me on the back of the couch and reached for me. “Arms up.”
I lifted my arms and let him strip me of Wade’s hoodie. He gave me his and I quickly put it on. My nose brushed against the collar, and I closed my eyes.
“I saw that,” Declan said with a sultry laugh.
My eyes flew open. “Saw what?”
