You’ve got to be kidding me.
I drop down onto the bed, not even caring if I wake him. I just
spent an entire hour getting ready for him after busting my ass today,
and this is how he treats this night?
I can’t be mad at him, though, especially seeing how peaceful he
looks. I can’t imagine working a forty-eight-hour shift. Plus, my bed is
really comfortable. It’s so comfortable, it could make a person fall
right back to sleep after a full night of rest. I should have warned him
about that.
I check the time on my phone and it’s almost 10:30 p.m. I put the
phone on silent and then lie down next to him. His phone is on the
pillow next to his head, so I grab it and swipe up the camera option. I
hold his phone above us and make sure my cleavage looks good and
pushed together. I snap a picture so he’ll at least see what he missed
out on.
I turn off the light and laugh to myself, because I’m falling asleep
next to a half-naked man that I’ve never even kissed.
- • •
I can feel his fingers trailing up my arm before I even open my eyes. I
force back a tired smile and pretend I’m still sleeping. His fingers trail
over my shoulder and stop at my collarbone, just before they reach
my neck. I have a small tattoo there that I got in college. It’s a simple
outline of a heart that’s slightly open at the top. I can feel his fingers
circle around the tattoo, and then he leans forward and presses his
lips against it. I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.
“Lily,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around my waist. I moan a
little, trying to wake up, and then roll onto my back so that I can look
up at him. When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. I can tell by
the way the sunlight shines through my windows and across his face
that it’s not even seven a.m. yet.
“I am the most despicable man you’ve ever met. Am I right?”
I laugh, and nod a little. “Pretty damn close.”
He smiles and then brushes my hair off my face. He leans forward
and presses his lips to my forehead, and I hate that he just did that.