Page 61 of Unraveled

I laughed, thinking it would make me sleepy. “Oh, yeah, a hot shower after a long day’s work will perk you up?”

He grinned. “Probably not. Sorry I’m not better company.”

I gestured to my ensemble of yoga pants and a T-shirt. “Well, I was about to go out and party, but you’re really cramping my style.”

He chuckled, putting his arm around me. It felt good to be back to the easy, casual stuff where we could joke around.

“Full disclosure. The weekend of the fantasy football draft was the first time I’d been out in months. I’m sort of a homebody when I’m not working.”

After being with Chad, who’d been the opposite, and having to work myself most Saturdays, the idea of a homebody was refreshing. “I’m digging that.”

“You don’t miss the more glamorous night life?”

“I miss having more to do or places to go, but I’d take Target as a destination at this point.” Or maybe I could drop by his jobsite to bring him food. Luckily, I kept that thought to myself. I couldn’t go telling him I wanted to slow down, but turn around and act all territorial.

“Anytime you want to head to Target, I’m your guy.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him and hoping this really was enough for him. That he meant it when he said he would be okay with taking things slowly.

Three days later, I was back at Kellan’s place on a Wednesday night to meet him for dinner. It had felt good to have an excuse to drive somewhere and have a reason to dress up. Although jeans and a button-down shirt were debatable dress-up attire, it was better than my sweats.

After last weekend’s flare up, he’d backed off as he’d promised. Instead of seeing me, he’d been working a lot of hours. I couldn’t help feeling as though I’d ruined some of the easy connection we’d had. On a daily basis, I entertained second thoughts about waiting to commit. I certainly didn’t want to lose a great guy like Kellan.

Meeting me at his front door, he flashed me a grin. “I’m gonna jump in the shower, then we’ll order in dinner. How does that sound?”

“Great.”

He dropped a kiss on my forehead and went upstairs.

He left me standing there and remembering that only a little over two weeks ago I’d joined him in the shower. But now. Now I felt a little lost. Then again, we didn’t have to have sex. I could simply pleasure him.

With my newfound idea in mind, I went upstairs, waiting on the bed. Once I heard the shower turn off, I walked into the bathroom and took in the image of him drying off his naked body. God, I’d missed touching him.

He turned around, startled to see me. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Uh-huh. I’m enjoying the show.”

He actually blushed, tucking the towel around his waist. “Is that so?”

“Yeah.” I walked toward him, my hands reaching for his towel.

“What are you doing?”

“I want you.”

“Pardon?” His voice sounded disbelieving and higher than normal.

“I want you in my mouth.”

Concerned eyes met mine. “Layla—you don’t—”

“—have to. I know. I want to.”

He was hesitating, making me uncharacteristically insecure.