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Honestly, it’s endearing. And it keeps me from binge-watching garbage on the couch when I’m home. Which is really what I’m starting to feel like this place is.
It’s comfortable. Safe. Most importantly, he’s here.
Gavin’s let me make it mine. Not that I have my own space, exactly. But I don’t have that feeling you get when you’re staying in someone’s guest room for the weekend.
Every day is more natural. Like I belong here.
Even more so since he saved my life.
After the shock of the fight down at the docks, then the fight in the car, I thought things would be awkward. Uncomfortable. Experiencing that fear and danger together broke down a wall between us.
The few times I’ve seen Gavin this week, he’s been pleasant, if a little quiet. He’s not really a chatterbox most of the time, anyway, but it’s sort of like he’s being extra nice to me.
Which could mean any number of things.
I hope it means he’s loosened up to me and isn’t trying to make nice because he thinks I’m traumatized.
Not that I’m not a little traumatized. I still have nightmares about the blood. The gun. The cracking bones. But then I wake up and think of him sleeping nearby, and the fear goes away.
Being anywhere near him makes me feel good. And it seems like he feels the same way.
Even so, I was still shocked when I asked him earlier in the week if he wanted to have a movie night with me and he said yes!
“You ready?” He grins, flopping down and spilling kernels everywhere. “Whoops!”
Laughing, I scoop up the mess and pop them in my mouth. “Don’t waste good snacks!” I hit Play, tucking my legs up under my blanket. He burrows into the cushions beside me, keeping just a tiny bit of room between us.
That doesn’t last long.
It just sort of happens. One minute, I’m curled up close to him and the next, his arm is around me and I’m nestled into his chest, watching some stupid Jason Stratham movie.
Go figure. I’m watching corny action flicks with an actual action hero. Mostly because I had no clue what to watch with Gavin.
His scent draws me in, the warmth of his body and firm, muscular side offering just enough cushion to be deliciously comfortable and very provocative. At least for me.
He’s let his guard down some, but I can't exactly read him very well.
I think the fact that I've gotten a taste of his world, behind the scenes with his darker half, and I didn't run away has helped a lot. It's not something we've exactly talked about, but it's there.
He doesn't tense up every time I pass him.
Well, not in the way he used to. Things are still tense in a different way ever since we almost kissed, and I could feel how much he wanted me. Before he backed down, shut it down.
I haven't pressed the issue again.
Fortunately, I don’t have to say anything.
It’s like an unspoken agreement. As long as neither of us says anything, we touch hands as we pass here and there, he rests a hand on my back to let me know he’s there. It’s a lot like how Evan and I bicker and fight, toying with something no one is willing to admit. Playing tag.
So, halfway through the movie, I double down, draping my legs over his lap.
We’re like a couple of horny, lovestruck teenagers. Insert cry-laughing face here.
Oof.
Readjusting my position, I feel him tense up a bit. He’s definitely turned on. The vein in his neck tells me his pulse is pounding, just like mine.
The warmth of our bodies works its way into my core.
