Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 129110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
"I lied." He shrugs. I shove his chest and he laughs.
"What if it’s bad?"
"Impossible," he swallows, thinking. "You know when women sign the NDA there are regimes, like-"
"I don’t need to know."
"No, but you should. You should know how I’m risking everything-"
"Okay." I sit up. This is too weird for me.
Laying in bed with him.
Bringing up the NDA again.
Other girls.
Regimes - whatever the fuck that means.
"Wait!" he shoots up. "Where are you going?"
"Anywhere but here. I can't do this."
"Wait," he reaches out, stopping me. "I’m sorry. I didn't mean-"
"To be an asshole?" I stare. "Did you ever think I don’t want to have sex with you because I already like you too much? That maybe, despite you fucking who knows how many hundreds of women-"
"You've never had an orgasm have you?" he narrows his stare.
"Asher," I groan.
"One that's not self-inflicted."
"Oh my god. I am not talking about this with you."
He gets this goading look, his face transforming into the one I could never stay mad at.
"You know I'm an excellent cuddler."
I pull the covers back over myself.
"Go to sleep, Asher." I roll over and shut my eyes.
The next time I open them it's dark and my head is on a hard chest. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am.
In a hotel room.
In a bed.
With Asher Montgomery.
Cuddling Asher Montgomery.
Holy fucking shit.
The shades are closed. I wouldn't know it was morning if it weren't for the time.
Wow.
I went right to sleep and slept through the entire night. Not a single wake up.
The room still and silent, except for Asher's light snoring. The coldness I felt last night is gone. My body is pressed tightly against his, my cheek resting in the crook of his arm that's extended around me. His hand is on my ass. Shit! My bare ass. My breasts are pushed into his side. Shit! I'm naked. My shirt is rolled just below my neck. It must have ridden up during the night. I slowly try to bring it down without waking him as I slide out of his grasp.
"Too late," he mumbles, opening one eye. "I already saw everything."
I swat his chest and he grabs my hand with a laugh.
"That was the first time I slept with a girl without, you know, sleeping with her."
Well la-de-da. So glad that honor went to me.
"Of course I would have rather the sex, but it looks like you're a great cuddler too."
How does he look so hot? This man oozes sex from the moment he opens his eyes.
"I'm going to freshen up." I keep my shirt pulled down as I head for the bathroom. Truth is I would have rather the sex too. Instead I'm sliding out of bed, his friend. Uncomfortably tingling. And not his girlfriend.
Oh god I look like a mess.
I rest my palms on the counter, unsure of where to start.
Crap we cuddled! He held me in his arms. I wonder how long we slept like that.
I remember asking Travis once why we never cuddled. I’d try, and he’d just push me off. It felt like I was wasting his precious sleep time and yet he knew if he said something like that to me he'd sound like an ass. Instead he said he doesn't like to lay on his side.
And I accepted that.
Stupidly.
Yet I woke up with Asher on his back. There are other ways to cuddle. I just accepted things even if they made me unhappy.
"Hey." Asher appears in the doorway. "You okay?"
"Yeah!" I'm too quick to respond.
He can tell.
"Elle, it's okay to enjoy things that feel good."
"How do you mean?"
"How we woke up just now."
"You liked it?" I croak.
"Do you want the friend response?"
"I want the truth."
"I spent half the night with your ass pressed against me. The other half holding you. What's not to like?"
He holds out my clothes. They're nearly hung on a hanger, my undergarments in a cloth bag.
"Your shoes are in the foyer."
"Is that my cue to go?" I raise an eyebrow.
"What? No!" He grabs a shirt and throws it over his chest.
"It's Saturday. My flight isn't for another few hours. Can't you at least stay for breakfast?"
I make a face.
"Come on," he pleads. "I have so many questions about that mole on your thigh."
"What mole?" I frantically look down.
"It's too easy." He's hysterical.
I cross my arms with a scowl.
"Okay well you snore."
"I do not."
"You do. It's sort of melodic so it's not bad, but it's definitely... obtrusive."
"Really." He crosses his arms.
I nod. "It's like you hum-"
"Don't say my music."
"Your music." I tease, biting my lip to stop my own laughter before doing an impression.
"That's the worst thing I've ever heard."
"My impression or your music?"
He suddenly throws something at me, but I'm so busy laughing I don't see what it is or catch it. I bend and pick it up.