It’s obvious how bothered she is by it. After I lost Mom, I didn’t feel any void. She was hardly present, but I sympathize with wanting to have a parent in your life.
“What about your dad?” she asks.
“He left before Annie was born. I was only two. Don’t know him, don’t remember him.”
“Guess we have a lot more in common than I thought.” She tilts her head and looks over at me. With our faces almost touching, I could easily press my lips to hers.
“Is that why you have daddy issues?” I tease to lighten the mood.
“Yep. Same reason you probably have mommy issues,” she throws back.
I chuckle because she’s not wrong. I have a whole laundry list of issues.
“Oh, you have no idea.”
“I know why you went to prison. You’re not the brooding badass you try to portray,” she states matter-of-factly.
“Considering you allowed a complete stranger—who’s an ex-con—to move in with you, I figured you did. That or you’re textbook crazy.”
“That’s definitely possible too. But even before I knew, it wouldn’t have mattered. You’re Tyler’s friend and he trusts you. That’s all it took for me to know I wouldn’t regret helping you. And so far…” She smiles. “I don’t.”
I blow out a breath of laughter. “Glad to hear that, I guess.”
“If I’m being honest…once I heard you had tats and a tragic past, I was sold.” She flashes a cocky smirk, and I shake my head. “What’s your type?”
My type? Blond hair, blue eyes, smart-mouthed and beautiful on the inside and out. One-hundred percent Everleigh.
“That sounds like a trick question I should avoid answering.”
She snorts. “If I had to guess, it’s someone who’s stable, secure, and successful. The three S’s.”
“What makes you say that?” I ask, aware that also describes her.
“Isn’t that what most men want to marry?”
“No idea. I’ve never been close to getting married.”
“Me either. Farthest I’ve gotten is a third date, and that was years ago. Julien,” she tells me in a French accent. “We met when I was twenty-five, and he was thirty-five. Flew me to Paris for our last date. I was so smitten and thought he was too. But then he asked me to move there for him.”
“On the third date?” I nearly shout. Damn good thing I wasn’t around then.
“Right! What kind of psycho maniac does that? That’s how I knew he was not the one. Which was a bummer because he was loaded. Had a big package too.”
I nearly choke on my tongue.
“You okay there?” she muses with a laugh.
“I’m starting to believe you enjoy catching me off guard.”
“What you see is what you get with me. No bullshit, no fake personality, no pretending. It’s a gift and a curse. Some people can’t handle me.”
I don’t doubt that for a second. Hell, I hope I can survive her.
After a while, the room grows silent, and Everleigh’s soft snores tell me she’s fallen asleep. She remains glued to my side, and I can’t bear to pull away. I haven’t had the comfort of sleeping next to someone like this in ages, and I want to soak it up.
It’s just for tonight.
It means nothing.
We’re just two friends—roommates—sharing a bed because hers broke.
No big deal.
My heart steadies, and as I’m finally drifting off, I hear Everleigh whisper. She must be a sleep talker. Then moments later, she nuzzles closer and moans my name.
“Archer.”
I look at her, checking that she’s asleep, and when she repeats herself a second later, my chest thuds harder.
Why the hell is she whimpering my name? More like, moaning.
And why do I enjoy that thought so much?
She’s dreaming of me. Or maybe she’s fantasizing.
Either way, I cling to the thought. Against my better judgment, I snuggle into her and allow myself to touch her soft skin.
Then I drift off to sleep with the stupidest grin on my face.
“Archer.”
My eyes flutter open and realize Everleigh is still pressed against me, except now her leg is hitched over my waist, and my cock has definitely noticed.
“Archer.” I hear again and look over to Everleigh staring at me.
“Uh, hi. Good morning.” I clear my throat.
“You’re so warm and snuggly, like a big teddy bear. Hope you didn’t mind me clinging to you,” she says, gliding her fingers across my stomach.
“Nope. Barely noticed.”
My dick decides at that moment to jerk and my eyes widen in embarrassment. “Gotta use the bathroom, though.”
“Oh, sorry. Yeah, me too. I should make some coffee and breakfast, then we can figure out how to fix my stupid bed.” Everleigh pushes herself up, but instead of sliding off the mattress on the other side, she straddles my waist to get down.
“I can help with breakfast if you want,” I say, covering my junk with my palms as she stands and stretches. Only wearing boxers was a bad fucking idea because I have more than just morning wood at the moment.