Just a fun, fun chapter. Hee, hee, hee. These are the chapters that usually come before the bout of action so soak in the romance while you still can ;) That's not to say that there won't be any in the next chapters... Just not as much... hee, hee.
Sleeping With The Wolf
I looked at my bed and then back at him. I had a double bed but it still wasn’t massive. Larkin was already pacing to the other side. He looked at me and fingered the zip of his jacket.
“Just to give you a bit of warning,” he said as he pulled the zip down, “I am going to remove my shirt.” He tugged the sleeves of the jacket down his arms and caught my eye with a wicked grin. He looked very self-satisfied. Of course, seeing as everything was a competition for him, he probably had just won something, even if I didn’t notice it.
Wait a minute…
“Larkin, you can’t be serious. You can’t sleep in my bed, especially… without… a top.”
He tossed the jacket onto the desk chair and fingered the bottom of his shirt. “Look, I know you’re probably feeling a little uncomfortable…” He scratched his jaw, his eyes teasingly bright. “But I don’t mind at all if you sleep topless either, if that’s how you usually dress for bed. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do any different just because I’m hopping under the sheets with you.”
I turned away from him. My face was burning. I knew he was just teasing but… he made me think things… He made me wonder…
I heard him move and span back around, wary of him coming up behind me. But he was heading towards the door, his shirt still in place. Maybe he’d been lying about the whole ‘scent’ thing, maybe he was going back to his own bed, now that I wasn’t obviously throwing myself at him for sex. Because maybe that was all he really wanted from me and now he wasn’t getting any, he was leaving. He glanced over to me as he made it to the door.
“I’m just going to get into some more comfortable pants,” he said casually, opening the door. “You just lie down and I’ll be back in no time, don’t you worry.”
The blood in my veins turned to lava, swirling around my body and melting my bones. Had I looked worried? I should have told him that I wasn’t worried. I didn’t want him to think that I was falling for him, that I needed him to stay with me. That was just foolish. I hadn’t been worried at all. In fact, I’d have been glad if he’d said he wasn’t going to be back at all.
I grimaced at myself, distressed by my own inner monologue, and dove onto the bed. I grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned off the room lights. Perhaps I could fall asleep before he came back, or pretend to. I wriggled a little as my thoughts wandered to Larkin, in comfortable pants, with no top. My toes curled and tingled. What was happening to me?
I slowed my breathing, forcing myself to lose the giddiness. My heart felt like it was beating up my throat and I turned my face into my pillow. Breathe slow, in and out… I had to concentrate on breathing. My eyes felt hot now that they were pressed against the cool pillow. They’d been open too long and now needed rest. Ahh, I was so tired. I’d never been good at staying up all night. I’d been able to stay up for night time missions, absolutely focused during the tasks required of me, but as soon as it was over, I’d sleep, anywhere. In the back of the van on the floor, on a squishy seat in an airplane, on the plastic seat of a bus. I’d once even slept on the road one time, when I’d gone with Scythe while he’d trained and supervised some of the older kids.
I’d always found comfort anywhere, and, well, fallen asleep. My consciousness began to ebb. Nothing could hold me back from sleep when I wanted it.