Strictly Off Limits: A Forbidden Romance Novella by Jessica Hawkins

Author:Jessica Hawkins [Hawkins, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Jessica Hawkins
Published: 2014-10-29T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

I awoke curled against Dean’s chest. When I looked up, he was reading a newspaper intently.

“Dean?”

He glanced down. “Morning.”

“You’ve already been up?”

“Just to get the paper and coffee.” He smiled. “You’re a heavy sleeper.”

I nodded and yawned.

He kissed the top of my head. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really well. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he said with a low chuckle. I let my eyes wander down over his skin and the chest hair that covered it. I touched him gently with my fingers.

“What’re your plans today?” he asked, still reading.

I beamed up at him. “Just to get my dress.”

“When’s the formal?”

“Next weekend.”

He rubbed my back, the newspaper crinkling as he set it down. “You’ll have all the guys at your feet.”

“I only need one.” My smile wavered with his frown. Did he want to be that one? Did I want that? It could never work, and I chastised myself for being so stupid as to spend the night with him. It made everything too real. “I guess I should get going.”

He sat forward, so I did too. “Not yet. First, breakfast. Then I’ll let you go.”

“Okay,” I said, brightening at the thought of spending more time with him.

He gave me a t-shirt to wear as he pulled on pajama pants. He cooked a breakfast of bacon and eggs. I watched. He was relaxed. I liked that version of him. I admitted to myself I also liked the other version, the non-relaxed, rigid man—more than I probably should have.

After we ate, I insisted on doing the dishes, but he waved me away. He cleaned, and I returned to his room to change into jeans I had packed for my parents’ house.

I tucked hair behind my ear, watching as he dried his hands with a dishtowel. The more comfortable I became with him—with the idea of him, a man more than twice my age who moved like he owned the world—the more attracted I was to him. He turned around, and I smiled.

“Thanks,” I said. “For everything. My spring break went way better than I thought.”

“And,” he said, “you’re getting a new dress out of it.”

I loved the dress. I could almost feel it in my hands. But at that moment, it seemed completely insignificant. I smoothed out my furrowed eyebrows and nodded. “A new dress,” I repeated. “Sure.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

In the doorway, I turned to face him. He leaned against the molding, crossing his bare, brawny arms and looking down at me. “Good luck at the formal. If you ever need anything—a job, whatever—call.”

I cleared my throat. I didn’t want to leave without a kiss, but I was afraid to make a move. I waited until it became awkward and then finally turned. He caught my wrist and pulled me back. He drew me against his chest, and his other hand cupped the back of my head. “And if you ever need me, call.”

“You?” I asked, searching his eyes.

“I’d tell you to stay, but it wouldn’t be fair to you. It wouldn’t be right.” He lowered his lips, hovering above me.

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