That might be a good idea, Heidi murmured.
He pulled his hand back, watching me closely. Do you want me to leave? If so, I’m cool with that. Just tell me when and I’ll—No, I said quickly, and then I flushed, because I said it a little too quickly and loudly . . . and excitedly.
Turning back to the TV, I strung together an artwork of f-bombs. It wasn’t like he was here for sex or anything like that, so I needed to chill out. Reaching up, I quickly unhooked the two buttons on my cardigan and slid it off my arms. I tossed it onto the floor and then lay back, tugging the blankets up, stopping short of folding them under my chin.Neither of us spoke for a couple of minutes. We watched Sam and Dean narrowly escape a spirit who was drowning people in a lake, in bathtubs . . . and sinks.Then Jensen flipped on his side, facing me. Ten seconds went by before I caved to the urge to look at him. I sucked in a soft breath. Lying like this, we were so close.
His hand rested in the miniscule space between us. You haven’t been getting a lot of sleep.I focused on the neckline of his shirt. Everyone keeps saying that to me. Do I look that bad?
No. You don’t look bad. You just look tired.
A wry smile pulled at my lips as I placed my hands on my stomach. That’s a nice way of saying I look bad.Holy fuck! How did he know I was here?
Kirby places a possessive hand on my shoulder. Brielle, this is my roommate, Cameron.My entire world drops out from beneath me.
Hale—or Cameron, or whoever he is—strides right up to me as if he owns me. He looks devastatingly handsome in his expensive black tuxedo, crisp white shirt, and perfectly styled black silk bowtie. A tie, that if I know him at all, will likely be used later to bind the hands of some poor girl.My knees feel weak, and the liqueur I consumed churns violently in my belly.