“Something wrong?” he asks while studying my face. I put my head down and head into the kitchen, switching on the kettle, avoiding him. Willing my burning face to cool down; I know I’m probably blushing like mad.
“No.” I answer over brightly and focus on getting the mugs ready.
“You’re acting weird, shorty … What gives?” he’s frowning. Noticing it from the corner of my eye, I carry on with what I’m doing; the blood has rushed to my face even more so now and I am mildly freaking out.
“I’m just making coffee.” I shrug, trying to appear normal.
Jesus, Jake, leave me be. Stay back.
“Look at me then,” he commands. I tense and glance up, pasting a fake smile on my lips. Raising eyebrows before returning to what I’m doing, the heat radiating all over me and return quickly to looking at anything but him but that is so hard to do in a space this small.
“Okay … What did I do?” he crosses his arms menacingly, his biceps bulging, the stubborn Carrero look plastered all over him. I think I may faint.
“Nothing.” I laugh nervously. I drop the spoon and spill coffee granules everywhere with fumbling hands.
Shit.
“Spill, Anderson … I’ll torture it out of you. You know I will.” He walks toward me with a look that means business and I cave weakly. If I let him get too close, I may self-combust. I may actually pass out right in front of him.
I need to calm my hormones down.
“We kissed,” I squeak as he gets dangerously close to touching me. Then I hide behind my loose hair as shame envelopes me tenfold. I can’t tell him that I practically molested him in his sleep. That we were dry humping and I know what he feels like turned on and pushed up against me.
kiss in my sleep.” He laughs. No hint of shock at all. “They call it ‘Sexsomnia’.
manly sex related sleeping disorder.
stand beside me, and
I tense and move away to get more coffee from the cupboard, glad of the reason to move away. He has no idea that internally my body is acting like a pubescent teen after her
was …you were asleep.” I have no idea what
the one who started
through my chest, his proximity making breathing difficult suddenly, in a way I
not fair … You get to have a memory, but I have none … I demand a re-enactment.” There’s humor in his voice as his hand catches my shirt from behind, pulling me back against him softly, his mouth by my ear. “How about a replay, Anderson?
me. I should have known he would react this way. Casanova Carrero! He makes
flirty Jake while still trying to twist free from the body I’m a
lightly as he tries to capture me again, this time holding my wrists in front of me so I can’t get
God!
out with you in my sleep.” His husky voice sends tremors through my stomach. I wriggle
makes me feel calmer. I wish I had his ability to brush things like this off
about things you do while unconscious.” I lie, fully mindful that this is all on me. A secret I’ll never tell him. He stops for a moment taking in my
kissed me back?” he moves forward, closing the gap between us, his face now serious. All humor gone. I gulp and hesitate, unsure how
Crap. Fuck. Shit.
doing, inhaling sharply, thoughts scrambling in panic at how to answer him now. My mouth
don’t, Jake!
Sophie’s tired voice comes out from behind Jake’s all-consuming stance, and she wanders into view dressed in a fluffy onesie with rabbit ears on the hood. Her presence makes me sag
she yawns loudly, and I grab the opportunity to dive away from
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