“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.

at all. “They call it ‘Sexsomnia’.

a manly sex related sleeping disorder. Well, that explains

comes to stand beside me, and I

close he is. 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 first sexual

… it was …you were asleep.” I have no idea what to

was the one

through my chest, his proximity making breathing difficult suddenly, in a way I have never

in his voice as his hand catches my shirt from behind, pulling me back against

skin burning and shame swamping me. I should have known he would react this way. Casanova Carrero!

the tension at his playfulness, the usual flirty

in front of me so I can’t get away from him. My body held taught, his mouth by my ear, he has my

God!

can at least say I remember that time I made out with you in my sleep.” His husky voice sends tremors through my stomach. I wriggle free and he lets me go, grinning wildly. He tilts his head boyishly. “At least this time you’re smiling about it, Bella.”

such a blasé way makes me feel

me. A secret I’ll never tell him. He stops for a moment taking in my face, his smile slipping as something registers in his

… So, you kissed me back?” he moves forward, closing the gap between us, his face now serious. All

Crap. Fuck. Shit.

inhaling sharply, thoughts scrambling in panic at how to answer him now. My mouth

don’t, Jake! Don’t go

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 with relief. I have never been so happy to have a third person show up in my

yawns loudly, and I grab the opportunity to

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