He vocalizes his feelings sometimes so well that it stuns me. Did I bring this out of a gruff, bearded grump like Ethan? Then it hits me.
“... Are you just saying that so I agree to have sex with you?”
His cheeks darken. “No.”
I’ve caught him, haven’t I?
“Are you sure?”
“No…”
“Ethan!”
“Will you do it if I confess?”
“If you help me finish my hair…maybewe can cuddle.”
Ethan sits next to me on the bed and pushes hair out of my face to kiss my cheek.
“I was waiting for you to ask,” he whispers. “I love twisting your hair.”
Chapter Twelve
Gabby
Ishould have known that Isaac would be too much of a pig to let me have the bed to myself. We do have enough space for the two of us, but it frustrates me completely to have this man in bed with me at all. I close my eyes and get under the covers, letting Isaac adjust the temperature and turn out the lights. I’m not the one who murdered someone in an alleyway. Why do I have to get punished like this?
While I’m trying to fall asleep, I notice Isaac on his phone. When I look over my shoulder to snap at him, I notice he’s looking at pictures of his kids. The glow is so bright that he doesn’t know that I’m watching him. His face is totally transformed as he watches them and there’s something so loving and sad on Isaac’s face that watching him feels like an intrusion.
I shut my eyes and he doesn’t put his phone down for another half hour. He really misses those kids. And he doesn’t touch me at all despite all his tough talk. I’m pretty sure he falls asleep before I do, but there’s really no way for me to tell because eventually, I drift off too – and sleep feels so much better than being away.
My chest compresses and a slow, struggling breath wakes me up. There’s something on top of me – and I don’t know what it is. I gasp and struggle to get more air in, but I really can’t breathe or move. The last thing I remember, I was an ocean across the bed from Isaac. Right now, it feels like I’m underneath him.
“Help…” I gasp, my voice fading and muffling as the gigantic body pinning me to the bed silences my pleas for freedom. There’s a quiet groaning noise like a whale about the breach and the large weight on top of me gets heavier as Isaac’s large, sleeping body rolls on top of me. I gasp again and kick as hard as I can in an effort to wake this beast up and get him off of me. Wicked intent or not, he’s crushing the hell out of me.
There’s a loud noise that sounds like a man farting. But the heavy body on top of me only sinks deeper. There’s no oxygen left in my lungs to scream, so I just start beating my fists madly until Isaac rolls over onto his back – still asleep.
“UGH!”
I sit up and in a fit of excessive emotion, I throw my pillow at his face. He groans and tosses it off, opening a single angry eye at me before he sits up and glares.
“What was that for?”
“You werecrushing me!”
Isaac is totally unapologetic. “I was asleep.”
“Sorry I didn’t let you crush me to death so you could catch up on beauty sleep,” I snap, inching my half-asleep legs towards me so I can escape this death trap of a bed. Isaac’s excessively long limbs make my escape efforts totally futile. His fingers wrap around my arm as he drags me back into the bed.
AHH!I squeal as he yanks my body back. I scramble away from him and sit up next to Isaac in bed as he props his backup with a pillow and rubs his eyes. The scent of his deodorant envelops me and I want to hit him again for nearly killing me.
“Don’t leave yet,” Isaac says in a low, sleepy-sounding voice.
“Why not? I don’t want to be in bed with you and I don’t want your giant ass crushing me either.”
Did Isaac forget the fact that he’s married? Because I didn’t.
He looks over at me with this smile on my face and I feel almost sick to my stomach that I’m sitting up in bed with a man who isn’t my boyfriend. A married man who isn’t my boyfriend.