Although my ex never appreciated it.
She always thought it was a stupid job for stupid boys.
“Hey,” Theresa says, and this time, she cups my face. “Are you okay? Looks like you kind of got caught up in your own thoughts.”
“I’m okay,” I tell her.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“Not really.”
“That’s okay,” she says, and I’m glad she’s not going to push me. “Let’s just drink our wine and look at the fire, okay?”
I hold up my glass and smile.
“To new adventures.”
“To tonight.”
Chapter Six
Theresa
When I wake up, I’m warm and comfortable and I’m definitely not in my own bed. The previous night’s events all come rushing back to me at once, and I realize that I’m not only not at home, but I’m not at my campsite, either. I’m still at Heath’s house. More than that, I’m on Heath.
I’m sprawled across him on the couch. Snapshots of the night before start coming back to me. We went through three bottles of wine between the two of us, and we laughed all night. We made out and kissed, but somehow, all of our clothing stayed on.
How the hell did that happen?
I must be crazy for not riding this guy because looking at him in the daylight, he’s even hotter than he was last night.
He’s got these tight, rippling abs that I just want to lick. Looking at him now on the couch, I wonder how I managed to have the self-control that I did last night.
How did we not sleep together?
I feel like something definitely should have happened. It seems physically impossible that it didn’t, but here we are.
No, I’m not exactly the type of girl who jumps into bed. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. I’ve just always been a little timid when it comes to sex. Despite what my readers think, I’m not exactly getting it every night.
But with him?
Oh, I’d love that.
I reach my hand out and touch his stomach gently, stroking him. I rub my fingers over his abdominal muscles and he wiggles a little beneath my touch. Then he lets out the sexiest, most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard. It’s like a mix between a purr and a growl and oh, it does so many wonderful things to my girl parts. I feel excited and turned on and I want him to wake up so we can kiss some more.
But first, nature calls, and I know that I’ve got the world’s nastiest breath. I get up and manage to do so without waking him up. I sneak off to the bathroom, relieve myself, and then rummage around in his cupboard for a spare toothbrush. I learned long ago that plenty of people keep extra toothbrushes on hand, especially if they live in a place where they can’t just run to the store for dental emergencies.
This guy is no exception. He’s stocked up on toilet paper, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. He’s even got some pads and tampons under here. I realize he told me he doesn’t often entertain lady guests, but it’s nice that he’s prepared for anything. Somehow, that thought makes me like him even more.
As soon as I’m done brushing my teeth, I sneak back out to the living room and just look at him for a long minute. Then I shake my head to try to clear it. What am I doing? Seriously? I’ve got kids. Not only do I have kids, but I have
kids with me.
I need to check on them, and that should really be my first priority over some guy.
Some guy I’ve never met.
Some guy who was just totally willing to help me take care of my kids on a whim.