Her eyes flew open, Mark’s smiling face as he tried to hold in his laughter, the first thing she saw.
Had she blurted that out loud?
Her cheeks went pink as she groaned, pulling the extra pillow up over her head.
“Hey, it’s all good,” he murmured, still chuckling at her. He lifted the pillow, and tilted his head till they were eye to eye. He was kneeling next to the bed making his handsome face level with her.
“You awake?”
“Kind of.”
“Good. Get ready. We leave in ten.”
She sat up at that, the blankets falling around her waist and the smile fell from his face. His eyes slid down her body, heating her from the inside out.
Slowly he reached out, gently grabbing the blanket with his fingers, and pulled it up to cover her body. Her heart was beating so hard, she thought that it might beat right out of her chest.
She was in her sleep shorts and tank top, but it was a bit too small for her.
Revealing.
She had gotten it a year ago when she had been a lot smaller, and since then she had put on a good deal of the curves she had lost.
“Sorry,” she muttered, not sure what to think about his reaction.
“Don’t be sorry, little bird. There’s only so much temptation a man can take.” He cleared his throat, then stood up and stepped away from her and the bed.
“Ten minutes, okay?” Then he rushed out of the room leaving her reeling.
***
He was leaning against the wall outside her bedroom, his chest pounding, his head spinning and reeling. His dick was so fucking hard that he could hardly focus. He tilted his head back against the wall, taking a deep breath, trying to get the image of her body out of his head.
It was useless though.
The image of her breasts, her skin, the way that her shirt had ridden up showing her stomach, it was imprinted in his mind.
That wasn’t what today was supposed to be about.
For the last year he had stood by watching her heal, and he would gladly do it again. Over and over if it got her to where she was today.
Beautiful and healing.
But things were changing between them, and he needed her to take this next step.
He couldn’t do it for her.
She needed to let go of the past.
To trust him.
It wasn’t going to be easy.
For him to hear it, or for her to talk about it and to trust him.
But they were at a standstill.
She needed to take this next step.
