“Oh,well, great, because right now you’re rubbingmethe wrong way,” Tabbygrowled, clambering from the bed and grabbing her robe. “It doesn’t matter ifyou don’t like him, Sebastian. He’s myclient. I’m selling a house tohim, and selling one for him, and that’s it.”
Ishrugged, crossing one leg over the other. “Does he know that? Because the wayhe was leaning over you today …” I shook my head, pursing my lips. “I dunno,Tabby. Sorta feels like there’s more to it than that to me.”
“Jealousydoesn’t suit you,” she sneered, bending over to grab my pajamas. “Get dressedand get out.”
“Okay,”I shrugged, catching the t-shirt and pants as she chucked them at me.
Ipulled them on, and she threw the door open. Without a word, I walked out to goto bed. When the door closed behind me, I thrust my hands into my hair and gavea low, internal groan.
Whatthe fuck am I doing?This isn’t what I do. This isn’t how I handledconflict. I shook my head, turned around and lifted my fist to knock, when thedoor opened. Tabby was shaking her head, grabbing my hand and pulling meinside.
“Thisis how we fight, huh?” I asked, as her arms wrapped around my waist and my chintipped to the crown of her head.
“Ithink it’s sweet you care,” she uttered quietly, kissing the center of mychest. “But you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Whatif I want to worry about you?”
Itightened my arms around her shoulders, looking off to her bed and wantingnothing more than to lay there. I wanted our arms around each other, driftingtoward a sleep where maybe we could also be together in my dreams. That’s all Iwanted. This. Her.
Fuck.“God, Tabby, what the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Whatdo you mean?” She disturbed my chin’s rest as she tipped her head back to lookup to me.
“Youreally are a witch.”
Shegiggled, shaking her head and spearing me with her glittering emerald eyes. “Youkeep saying that.”
“It’sbetter than the truth,” I admitted, lifting the corner of my mouth in what Ihoped looked like a smile.
“Andwhat’s the truth?”
“Thatyou’re going to be the end of me.”
Shehesitated, searching my eyes for clues of something I wasn’t sure of, beforepulling her arms from around my waist. She pressed her palms to my cheeks,stood on her toes and pressed one sweet kiss against my lips before taking one,two steps back toward the bed. One hand stretched out toward me, grasping myfingers and tugging me back with her.
“Whatare you doing?” I asked, shaking my head, while allowing her to tow me towardthe cloud of sex and dreams.
“Ineed good sleep,” she stated simply, “and I only get that with you.”
“Whatabout Greyson?” I cocked my head.
“Weboth know he sleeps late in the summer,” she reasoned with a shrug, droppingdown and pulling me with her.
Welaid together, facing each other, before the onset of sleep could take us away.There had been a shift on this night, from casual fucking to somethingteetering toward feelings. I wasn’t sure if that was what either of us trulywanted, or if we were simply succumbing to the moment, but I felt them. Theemotions. They were there. A discombobulated cluster of confusion anduncertainty sprinkled delicately with something affectionate.
“Maybeit’s not the end,” she whispered, afraid to speak louder, to tell the truth.
“Sureas fuck feels like it,” I laughed, and for a moment, I missed my old life.Before Greyson. Before her.
“Yeah,I know, but maybe it only feels that way because something else is beginning.”
“Likewhat?”
Sheshrugged. “I have no idea.”
Thosewords served as the end to the night, before she rolled over and turned off thelight. She settled her back against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, sighingcontentedly. I breathed in her hair, wrestling between sleep and my thoughts.Roman. Emotions.
Itjust is.
