His Last Love by Megan Matthews

Author:Megan Matthews
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-08T13:42:54+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

I drop the half eaten sandwich on my desk and flop down on the bed. I worked so hard to be good at this job. Failing this close to the end sucks. There’s no better word. I suck. My body is legit tired. I’m not talking like I need a nap or an energy drink. This is the kind of tired that settles in your bones. The type no amount of sleeping will make better. I was half joking when I suggested I should see the team psychologist a few days ago, but now the idea doesn’t seem so crazy. We can all use a little mental health on occasion, right?

My body and mind are so tired I’m not even going to move. I’ll lie here and sleep in my clothes tonight. Heck, would anyone even realize if I didn’t change them for tomorrow? I think I can get away with it.

I fluff my pillow preparing for a night of rest. A long, peaceful — Oliver-free — night of rest. I’ll wake up tomorrow morning refreshed and ready to deal with him for another day. At least from a work standpoint, my heart may never figure out how I feel.

The door handle to my room moves, squeaking through the silence. “McKenna are you here?” Oliver knocks again.

I jump out of bed quickly to open the door because I want to yell at him, not because I’m excited he came here to see me. “Did you try to barge in my room?”

He smiles and looks sheepish. “You should leave the door unlocked for me?”

“Why would I do that?”

He’s silent for a minute, thinking. “Then you wouldn’t have to get up to unlock it when I try to barge in.”

That’s a load of crap and we both know it, but there are bigger issues for us to argue about than his rude entrance. “What you do you want, Oliver?”

He takes a step into my room, closing the door behind him. “I came to sleep with you.”

“What?” Thank God the door’s closed. There’s a small chance the whole hall didn’t hear my question.

It isn’t until he stops walking that I realize he’s carrying a pillow and the comforter from his bed. “It’s not safe for me to sleep alone, so I’ll sleep on your floor.”

“You can’t sleep on my floor. You have a race tomorrow at the freakin’ Winter Games!”

He drops his pillow on the floor beside my bed, laying the comforter down next to it. “You can’t sleep on the floor. You’re a lady.” Oliver removes his shirt, balling it up and tossing it on the edge of my desk. “I told you, Kenny, it’s not safe for me in my room. Who knows who my roommate will let in tonight.”

I forget my next argument as I stare at his naked chest, counting the little dips that mark his abs. He’s not safe in this room either. When I reach the end of his chest on the number six, I huff. So…he has an actual six pack.

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