He let out a long breath. Then nodded and sat up. Then dragged a hand through his hair again.
Finally, he crawled out from beneath the desk, squeezing through the gap at my side so he didn’t have to climb over the top of me.
I shut my eyes tightly as I heard the bathroom door close a few moments later.
After the water turned on and I was positive Bo was in the shower, I slipped out from beneath the desk. When I went to the couch to grab my duffel bag, it was missing.
My forehead creased.
Bo must’ve moved it.
I found it sitting just inside the bedroom when I crossed the cabin, and I shook my head at it when I did.
Because apparently even after I turned that jackass down, he decided to be thoughtful.
The obnoxious teenager who’d screwed women in the bathroom across the hall from my room really did seem to be gone.
Or maybe he really had done it to try to convince himself that he didn’t want me.
Whatever the case, he wasn’t the same person he used to be.
I liked this version of him much, much better.
And that was just the tiniest bit terrifying.
eight
MADISON
I hidin Bo’s bedroom the rest of the evening, channeling my inner chicken instead of leaning on my fox.
My hiding lasted all morning, too. And continued until Bo knocked on my door around noon.
“Madi, you need to eat,” he called out. “If you’re not awake, get up.”
If only I had sprouted feathers and actually become a chicken, maybe I would’ve been able to escape the interaction.
That obviously wasn’t going to happen, though.
So I forced myself to cross the bedroom. I hadn’t been sleeping anyway, despite a serious attempt to do so.
I opened the door.
Bo was leaning against the doorway, his shoulder pressed against the frame and one of his hands resting on the wooden trim above the opening. His other hand was in his pocket.
His hair was wild, and there were dark circles beneath his eyes.
Somehow, I’d forgotten how big he was. The sheer size of him took my breath away, even though he had a shirt on with his jeans for the first time since he rescued me in the forest.
That sent an obvious message.
He knew we were done. Nothing else sexual was going to be happening.
“Did you forget to sleep?” I blurted without thinking it through.
That seemed to be something I did with him. Spoke without thinking. I wasn’t sure I could stop myself, which was incredibly annoying.
He ignored my question. “Food’s ready.”
