He huffs out a laugh through his nose. “No.”
“What? Why not?” He cannot be fucking serious.
“Do you and me a favor, would you, and don’t go thinking you’re that special.” Rowan smirks, eyes fucking gleaming, as he regurgitates my words back at me from the other day.
“Don’t be a fucking child, Rowan. I’m locked out and have no place to sleep tonight. Let me in,” I all but growl.
“How is that my problem?” he asks smugly.
My heart’s hammering in my chest, and the urge to deck him in his fucking stupid face is strong. Squeezing my hands into tight fists at my sides, I level him with a glare. “Don’t be a fucking dick,” I grit out. “It doesn’t suit you.”
He laughs again. It’s dry.
The words I know I need to say are right there on the tip of my tongue, but it’s like my mouth is coated in chalk. I’m choking on them, unable to spit them out. Swallowing hard, I watch his eyes dip, tracking the movement.
“Please,” I manage to get out. Albeit painfully.
His brows shoot straight up to his hairline at that. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You fucking heard me. Please let me crash in here tonight.”
A goofy grin plays on his lips as he steps to the side, gesturing with his hand to come in. “Look at you being all polite,” he muses. “Who knew you had it in you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt, taking a deep breath through my nose to chill the fuck out.
His scent wafts around, clinging to every surface in here. It’s maddening. My eyes drop to the bed in the center of the room, the comforter pushed back, sheets a little crinkled. He was obviously lying in bed when I knocked. That thought surprisingly makes my stomach twist.
“Uh, I can sleep on the floor,” I offer, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
“Don’t be fucking weird. There’s more than enough room for the both of us on this bed.”
Rolling my eyes, I kick my shoes off, emptying my pockets, and setting the contents on top of his dresser. Exhaustion hits me as I watch him climb back into bed, positioning himself on the right-hand side, allowing me to have the left.
I reach behind my neck, pulling my shirt over my head. Dropping it to the floor, I flick the button on shorts, letting those pool around my ankles until I’m in nothing but my boxer briefs. Rowan watches me every step of the way, not even hiding his perusal.
“I can’t sleep in clothes,” I mumble as I climb in next to him, feeling more naked than I’ve ever felt in my life, despite being covered where it counts.
He holds up his hands. “I didn’t say anything.”
After turning the lamp off on his bedside table, he situates himself under the covers, and I do the same.
It’s going to be a long fucking night.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Caspian
It doesn’t take long for Rowan’s breathing to even out. It also doesn’t take long for him to gravitate toward my body in his sleep. Not long after that, everything goes black. Honestly, I’m surprised I’m able to get any sleep at all, let alone get a full night’s rest. I never sleep well around other people.
What isn’t surprising, though, is that I’m awake before Rowan. Glancing out the little opening between the curtains near the window, I’d say it’s early; maybe even only seven a.m. He’s curled up on my side, his left leg thrown over mine, while I lie on my back. I’m warm and so fucking comfortable. I almost don’t even want to get up at all. His bed feels way better than mine.
Maybe I should bitch to the front desk about that when I complain about being locked out.
Rowan groans, repositioning himself, and that’s when I feel it.
He’s hard.
One salacious drag of his erection along my thigh, and now I’m also hardening. Aching almost immediately.
