Page 36 of Merry Mischief List
“I can go to the couch if you’re not comfortable with this, truly,” Porter says, inching towards the door.
“No,” I reply, voice higher pitched than intended. I clear my throat. “No, that’s not necessary. Just tired. Lost in thought is all.” I throw myself into the bed, belly down. Cool air trickles up my thighs, and I’m reminded all I’ve got on is an oversized Nickelback T-shirt and boy short underwear.Oops.
I wasn’t expecting to share a bed when we picked up clothes from my place.
“See?” I say, crawling under the covers and patting the bedspread, gesturing for Porter to join me. “We can be adults about this.”
I’d rather act like horny teenagers, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers.
“Sure.” He lets out a chuckle, sliding into bed wearing nothing but athletic shorts. My eyes hungrily drink in his bare, toned chest, and my fingers ache to trace every ridge.Of course he sleeps without a shirt on.
Porter shuts off the main light, leaving us in the dim glow from the bathroom. Only shuffling sheets and soft breaths fill the otherwise still room.
I’m dying to ask about our kiss, but now, lying so close, so intimately, it feels like the absolute wrong time.
Or does that make the timing even more right?
If this silence lasts any longer, I’ll end up blurting the question whether I want to or not.
“Thanks again for helping me with the list,” I say, fisting the blanket. “And letting me stay here.”
“Happy I could help.”
Another stretch of silence falls over us. In the low light, my eyes hungrily trace his silhouette, pausing at his waist.
God, it’s been a long time since I’ve had some good dick.
A man as arrogant as him must know how to use it. I wonder if he’s as stern in the bedroom as he is on the sidelines.Will I be punished if I misbehave?
“What are you thinking about?” Porter asks, interrupting my trip down Coach Pornhub lane.
“What makes you assume I’m not trying to fall asleep?”
“I can practically hear the wheels churning in your brain.”
“I was…”What was I thinking about?“Thinking about the list and what would be the easiest item to complete next.”Yeah, good save.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”
“Is that so?” I laugh, amused at his incessant desire to be in control.
“Yep.”
After rolling to face him, I rest my head on my hand. His gaze travels slowly from my toes underneath the blanket back to my eyes, lighting me on fire.
“Must you always be so secretive?” I ask.
“It’s more fun this way.”
His attention makes me squirm. I’m hyper aware of his proximity as his strong masculine scent surrounds me while I’m tangled in his sheets, his body only inches away.Come on, Andi. Think of something else to talk about before you kiss this man again.
“Are you sad you didn’t get to go home for Christmas?” I blurt.
“Is it wrong to say no?”
“It’s not wrong. Maybe a little Scrooge-like, but not wrong. Why though? You and your family not close?”
“We are. It’s not that. I know this is going to sound stupid, but like you pointed out, my routine is everything to me. Without it, I just feel lost,” he admits.
