“Courtney,” I interrupt. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
Chapter 12
Courtney
Julian kissed me senseless, so senseless that I’m considering going to his bed right this minute. That’s the only thing I crave right now—not the chocolate chip cookies cooling on the rack, but him. Although I’ve felt sexually frustrated in the past few years, I haven’tcravedbeing with a man until now.
But Julian is special.
And if I go to bed with him, it will get even worse.
If I weren’t approaching the five-year mark, if I weren’t convinced my descent into depression would begin any day, maybe I’d risk it. However, now is not the time to be taking risks.
And yet, I’m living with him.
I should walk away from this situation right now, but I want the money he promised me, and I don’t want to miss out on spending two weeks with him, dangerous as it is.
I draw the line at going to bed with him, though.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I can’t.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You’re a hedonist, except for this.”
“I wouldn’t call myself a hedonist.”
He breaks off a small piece of a warm chocolate chip cookie. He holds it up to my lips, and I eat the cookie from his hand.
I moan in bliss.
He swallows hard. I’m thankful he isn’t kissing me again, but on the other hand, I’m devastated he isn’t kissing me again.
I put two cookies on a plate. “I need some time alone. I’ll be in the guest room.”
I can feel his eyes on me as I walk down the hall.
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