I smiled like a contented kitty and purred my approval of all those muscles and tattoos on display now.I would’ve petted him, but even lifting my arm would’ve taken more energy than I was capable of at the moment.
“Give me a second, and then we’ll do you.”
Noah smiled at me and settled into the bed next to me.His arm came around me as he pulled me into his shoulder and pulled the covers up over us.“We got time, little Rose.I’m not worried about you going anywhere.I’d have to let go of you first for that to happen.”
I settled into his side with a happy sigh.That sounded good to me.
And that was the last thought I was aware of as I relaxed into his comforting warmth.
Chapter 20
Still Alice
I woke up with a gasp.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I battled against the tears stinging my eyes.I would be damned before I’d let them fall.I wouldn’t give that son of a bitch the pleasure.
Rubbing at my aching head, I sat up.That dream felt so real.I was back at my last foster home.My foster “dad” had been at my door, whispering for me to open it for him.Telling me how he had something to show me.
My heart had been pounding in my ears—I’d been so fucking scared.And when I turned to my window to make my escape,Noahhad been there, his eyes so tender and understanding.His hand reaching out to me to save me.
And then Frank had burst through the door.
Which was when I’d woken up.
God.
It’d been so real.
Hadbeen so real.
Only back then, it’d been Parker on the other side of the window.
Parker who’d helped me out through the window.
Parker who’d saved me.
Frank had never come into the room.That was the night I’d run away with Parker instead.
I muffled my groan and scrubbed at my eyes.The dream fell away.I didn’t want to think about it.I had no idea why it’d been Noah this time instead of Parker.Lark would say that my subconscious was trying to tell me something.I didn’t really believe in that wholedreams have meaningshit anyhow.
I sighed.My heartbeat was almost back to normal.
Then something moved in the bed next to me, and I realized I wasn’t alone.
And nothing in the dim room around me looked familiar.
Because I wasn’t home.
Shit.
I was in bed with Noah.And I’d fallen asleep on him.
Mortification swept over me.I’d gotten mine and had fallen asleep before he’d come.Before we’d even technically had sex.Wasn’t I an amazing partner?He’d waited so long to have sex—over a year—and I’d fallen asleep on him.
I had to make it up to him.
Peeking under the covers, I saw he was still in his boxer briefs, so that made things a little tougher.Trying to take them off would no doubt wake him up, so I’d have to get creative.
