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stairs and into the guest suite.
    She glanced around the room and just registered the pale green walls before her eyes fell on the piece of furniture that seemed to dominate the room. All of a sudden the room closed in on her as her thoughts went haywire. She could see two bodies on that bed and neither one of them had any clothes on.
    'Right, well, the bathroom's through there.' He pointed to the door across to the right. 'I'll er, see you in the morning then.' Matt was desperate to escape. He'd never really noticed the bed before, but now that was all he could see. He left, unaware that Ella hadn't said 'goodnight'. He stopped in the hallway and slowly released a long breath. His resolve to see her as out of bounds had almost collapsed.
    As Matt got to his own room, he remembered Ella had nothing with her and headed back downstairs to get some supplies.
    'I've brought you something to sleep in and a tooth….' Matt stopped dead in the doorway. Ella was sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him, one leg bent at the knee on the bed and the other dangling down the side. Matt stared at the smooth expanse of bare back and the flexing of shoulder blades as she struggled to get her clothes off with just one hand. The pink top thing was half on and half off.
    Matt closed his eyes and raised his head upwards as if praying for strength to do the right thing. The gentleman in him was telling him to turn and leave the room. The big brother in him wanted to help her get ready for bed. Not that he'd done that with his sisters once they'd hit puberty, but the big brother in him was a far more helpful person than the gentleman! The primitive man in him wanted to sink himself into her until she screamed her release.
    The gentleman in him clearly lost! As his feet propelled him across the deep pile carpet he didn't have a clue which one of the other two personas would win the battle.
    'I'm sorry. I forgot about your hand.' Matt stood beside her and looked down.
    Ella gave out an involuntary scream when she realised he was there - she'd been caught up in her struggle to get the clothes off and not heard him. She lowered her arm across her breasts, her top managing to cover one side of her. Matt thought he caught a brief glimpse of desire before it was quickly replaced by embarrassment. He forced himself to maintain eye contact and not let his gaze fall towards her exposed breast.
    Matt groaned. 'God, Ella, I'm battling here not to strip us both bare and lay you out on that bed. There's only so many times I can tell myself you're out of bounds.'
    Ella's eyes widened as she realised what he was saying. Matt wanted her! Her desire rocketed with that knowledge and yet she couldn't do anything about it - didn't know how to do anything about it. She broke eye contact.
    'Erm.' Ella cleared her throat. She indicated to the things he held. 'If you just leave them. Er, thank you. For bringing them.' Mortified at her stilted speech, she felt like a gauche teenager.
    With a deep breath Matt turned round and placed the items at the bottom of the bed.
    He kept his back to her. 'Do you want a hand? No, it's okay, of course you don't. Look, don't worry about getting hair colour on the pillows, just get to bed and we'll sort something out in the morning.'
    As Matt left the room, Ella released the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding and fell back against the bed. It was then she realised she hadn't managed to get the top down fully and she was partly exposed. She groaned and thought she'd die from embarrassment. Well that performance must definitely have killed off any lust he felt. God, I was pathetic!
    Ella was finally in bed, having managed to remove the clothes and put on the tee-shirt Matt had left. She'd been asleep on her feet but had forced herself to clean her teeth. Having got to bed she'd expected to fall into blissful oblivion, only it wasn't happening. Now she'd calmed down and relaxed she was aware of just how much her hand