“How…how did I….”
“End up in my bed?” Ethan finished for me and I nodded. “Yes.”
“Does it matter?”
I let out a sound full of disbelief. “Of course it matters.”
If I had embarrassed myself by begging him to let me in his bed, I needed to know. So I could relocate to a different continent.
But rather than answer my question, he responded with one of his own.
“How’s your wrist?” He asked with his lips pressed to my shoulder and his stubble rubbing pleasantly against me.
I trembled against him and he felt it. I know he did because he held me tighter.
I glanced down at my wrist . “Better.” I said. Truth was I had barely even thought about it.
Ethan pressed his farce more firmly into the space between my shoulder blades, breathing me in. It tickled but I was too turned on to laugh
