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shoulder. “Goodnight Lace.”
Lacey did something that shocked me. She grabbed my hand and laced it with hers. It was something that I’d never done with a woman. It was such a little detail that meant so much to a relationship. Since I’d never had one, I didn’t understand the importance of it.
Not until she spoke and sent chills all through me. “Don’t let go.”
And I couldn’t. A part of me wanted to. I thought about standing up and saying something perverted, but I couldn’t move.
Chapter 9
I woke up early the next morning, with my arms still wrapped around Lacey. I still couldn’t understand how I’d managed to sleep with a woman all night long and not get mad at myself over it.
Gently, I slid my body off the bed without waking her. For a couple minutes, I just stood there, watching her wrapped up in my covers so sound and beautiful. She was the description of fragile and the more time I spent with her the more I felt like I needed to protect her, not just to have sex with her, but to actually know her. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and snapped a picture to remind me of how beautiful she was lying there in my bed.
I was going against every rule I’d ever made for myself and being in this uncharted territory made me nervous, like I wasn’t in control.
Deciding to not seem like a stalker, I retreated to the living room, where I turned on the news. Then I went into the kitchen to make coffee and some breakfast. It gave me a little while to clear my head. Cooking always had. It was my escape from reality.
I would imagine that most men cleared their heads with women and booze, and while they were both fun, they didn’t sooth me like standing in a kitchen and creating something to surprise one’s palate. It was an art.
Lacey walked into the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt. Her hair was rough in some spots, but she still looked beautiful. I smiled, thinking about having her in my bed all night. I still didn’t understand it, but having her there and never doing anything sexual still made me feel satisfied. I couldn’t shake how weird it all was. “Hey.”
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
“No big deal, Lace. I’m not a monster, like you assume. I could tell you needed a friend.” Hearing myself say the word shocked the hell out of me. My actions were as if I was having another out of body experience.
Lac ey sat down in a chair and folded her hands together. She had this funny look on her face, like even she knew I was acting funny. “Yeah, is that what we are? Are we friends?”
I shrugged my shoulders and tried to think of something witty as I tossed around the sausage in the pan. She had me so messed up in the head. “I guess we are, until you tell me otherwise.”
Lacey actually snorted at my comment. “You don’t give up do you?”
I knew by taking the conversation back to sex, I could still get to her, even if my head was still in a clusterfuck. “I know what I want. Is that a bad thing?”
“It is when you know you’re never going to have it.” She didn’t understand that fighting me only made me want her more.
I let her comment simmer while getting her a cup of coffee. She was in my kitchen, in nothing but a t-shirt. I didn’t want the chance of her getting mad and wanting to leave. Unlike Candace, I wanted Lacey to stick around, even if I wasn’t going to get laid. “You want milk?”
“Yeah, I can get it.” She stood up and our hands met at the refrigerator door. As we touched, I turned and saw the shock in her eyes. For the first time, she didn’t look like she was appalled by me. She started to pull away. “Sorry.”
I grabbed her hand and held it between us, testing the waters of what I’d just witnessed. When she stayed calm, I brushed the loose hair away from her face. “You’re just as sexy in the morning, as before you went to sleep.”
“Friends don’t talk like that to each other.” We were standing there staring at each
Lacey did something that shocked me. She grabbed my hand and laced it with hers. It was something that I’d never done with a woman. It was such a little detail that meant so much to a relationship. Since I’d never had one, I didn’t understand the importance of it.
Not until she spoke and sent chills all through me. “Don’t let go.”
And I couldn’t. A part of me wanted to. I thought about standing up and saying something perverted, but I couldn’t move.
Chapter 9
I woke up early the next morning, with my arms still wrapped around Lacey. I still couldn’t understand how I’d managed to sleep with a woman all night long and not get mad at myself over it.
Gently, I slid my body off the bed without waking her. For a couple minutes, I just stood there, watching her wrapped up in my covers so sound and beautiful. She was the description of fragile and the more time I spent with her the more I felt like I needed to protect her, not just to have sex with her, but to actually know her. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and snapped a picture to remind me of how beautiful she was lying there in my bed.
I was going against every rule I’d ever made for myself and being in this uncharted territory made me nervous, like I wasn’t in control.
Deciding to not seem like a stalker, I retreated to the living room, where I turned on the news. Then I went into the kitchen to make coffee and some breakfast. It gave me a little while to clear my head. Cooking always had. It was my escape from reality.
I would imagine that most men cleared their heads with women and booze, and while they were both fun, they didn’t sooth me like standing in a kitchen and creating something to surprise one’s palate. It was an art.
Lacey walked into the kitchen wearing only a t-shirt. Her hair was rough in some spots, but she still looked beautiful. I smiled, thinking about having her in my bed all night. I still didn’t understand it, but having her there and never doing anything sexual still made me feel satisfied. I couldn’t shake how weird it all was. “Hey.”
“Thanks for letting me stay.”
“No big deal, Lace. I’m not a monster, like you assume. I could tell you needed a friend.” Hearing myself say the word shocked the hell out of me. My actions were as if I was having another out of body experience.
Lac ey sat down in a chair and folded her hands together. She had this funny look on her face, like even she knew I was acting funny. “Yeah, is that what we are? Are we friends?”
I shrugged my shoulders and tried to think of something witty as I tossed around the sausage in the pan. She had me so messed up in the head. “I guess we are, until you tell me otherwise.”
Lacey actually snorted at my comment. “You don’t give up do you?”
I knew by taking the conversation back to sex, I could still get to her, even if my head was still in a clusterfuck. “I know what I want. Is that a bad thing?”
“It is when you know you’re never going to have it.” She didn’t understand that fighting me only made me want her more.
I let her comment simmer while getting her a cup of coffee. She was in my kitchen, in nothing but a t-shirt. I didn’t want the chance of her getting mad and wanting to leave. Unlike Candace, I wanted Lacey to stick around, even if I wasn’t going to get laid. “You want milk?”
“Yeah, I can get it.” She stood up and our hands met at the refrigerator door. As we touched, I turned and saw the shock in her eyes. For the first time, she didn’t look like she was appalled by me. She started to pull away. “Sorry.”
I grabbed her hand and held it between us, testing the waters of what I’d just witnessed. When she stayed calm, I brushed the loose hair away from her face. “You’re just as sexy in the morning, as before you went to sleep.”
“Friends don’t talk like that to each other.” We were standing there staring at each
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