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the
towel she had wrapped around her. “Me too.”
                He cleared his throat and tried to
break free of her spell. “Do you want a t-shirt or something?”
                “Yeah. That would be great.” She
seemed a bit trepid.
                He nodded. When he asked her to come
with him he had hoped for sex. He got it. Now he wanted more of it. He also
wanted more of her. How much more, he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He just
knew he hadn’t felt like this in forever if he ever felt like this at all.
                “Do you want me to sleep in the
guest room?” she asked as she pulled his t-shirt over her head. The question
explained her anxiety. She wasn’t sure where this was going or what to do. He
wondered if they had more in common in this arena than he thought they might.
                “No,” he admitted. It was a
reasonable question. They were just fucking. It was supposed to just happen and
then go away. It wasn’t quite working that way. “Unless you want to.”
                She shook her head no.
                It was probably the most awkward
bedtime ritual he had ever been through.
                He found an extra toothbrush in the
bathroom cabinet with the extra toiletries the maid kept stocked in there.   He was lying in bed when she returned to the
room. Only the light located on the night stand at her side of the bed was on.
He tried not to look too longingly at her as she climbed into the bed next to
him.
    He hadn’t fallen asleep with a
woman in so long he couldn’t remember who it was or when it happened. Sex was
something he had when there was an opportunity and no expectations afterwards.
Usually with women he met through work that lived in other states or countries
needing to scratch the same itch. In a male dominated field, it wasn’t
something that happened often.
    She turned off the light and they
lay there in the darkness. The sound of the ocean lapping at the shore beyond
the bedroom window and the house settling in that familiar way were the only
noises to be heard.
                The silence stretched on until he
could hear his heart thumping. He slid his hand over to her hand. She turned
towards him. He slid his hand up her arm and then around her back. He pulled
her closer until her front was lined up with his. Her head tucked under his
chin and her warm arm wrapped around him.
               

 
    Chapter
3

 
                Shay waited until his breathing
signaled sleep. She rolled away from him and faced the bathroom. She was
entirely too comfortable lying beside him that way. It unnerved her. She had to
protect herself. She should have gone to the guest room. She should have called
a cab. Instead, she was fighting sleep and losing the battle.
                How long she had slept, she didn’t
know. A loud voice startled her awake.
                “Wilson!” he yelled it again.
                Shay turned on the light and looked
over to Jed. With the light on, he woke up. He sat straight up in the bed with
a horrified expression on his face. She could feel her heart thumping hard in
her chest and fear was a real emotion threatening to take over her reactions. Once
she realized he wasn’t looking at someone ready to murder them in the bedroom,
she took a deep breath and asked, “Are you okay?”
                He sniffed, groaned, pinched the
bridge of his nose with his hand and then let the fingers slide to discreetly
wipe what she suspected were tears away. He took a ragged breath and said,
“I...uh…guess I had a nightmare.”
                Not knowing exactly what to do or
say she placed a hand gently on his sweat soaked back and said, “I sometimes
have nightmares about that volleyball, too. That movie has ruined my life.”
                He made a light grunt, then another,
until he sighed