Chapter Seven
Jen
I woke with a start. Why was I naked?
Why was there an arm around me?
Where was I?
Then my groggy mind connected with memories of last night and I relaxed.
Dylan’s apartment, and his bed.
When was the last time I spent a night away from my cabin? I couldn’t remember.
And now what? Besides breakfast.
If we were going to date, this was a long-distance relationship. I lived over an hour’s drive away. Would I come stay with him on weekends, or the other way around? And he was a musician—was a consistent schedule even part of his vocabulary?
But…I wanted him.
I liked how he made me feel (and not only physically). How he looked at me.
So. This morning. I could make coffee, if he had it, or make a Starbucks run. He was sound asleep, so I could go without waking him.
