Pull (Seaside 2)

“For what?” I wrapped my arm around her and closed my eyes.

“For saying no.”

Chapter Twenty-one

Alyssa

I woke up relaxed. I yawned and then stretched my arms above my head, accidently hitting something warm next to me.

“Thanks.” Demetri’s voice was deep and sexy with sleep. “I love getting hit in my sleep.”

I laughed groggily and nestled back into his arms, resting my head against his massive shoulder. “What time is it?”

“Time for more sleep,” he grumbled and then pulled me into his body so we fit perfectly together. His lips found my neck and soon I forgot all about sleep, all about anything except for the way he made me feel. Safe and loved.

“This your idea of sleep?” I moaned as his hands dipped beneath my shirt.

“Absolutely,” Demetri said between kisses. “The way I see it.” His teeth tugged at my ear. “Is if I say I’m sleeping right now, then I won’t get in trouble for doing this…” His hands cupped my butt, rocking me closer to him. Warmth spread through my body and then a knock came at the door.

“Shit.” Demetri sighed. “Sleep was just starting to get good.”

“Alyssa!” My dad shouted. “It’s time for work and you have group therapy tonight! Get up!”

Demetri laughed and tossed a pillow in my direction mimicking my dad’s words. Then he winked. “Your group leader says stay in bed. Don’t make me punish you.”

I blushed and shook my head at him before laughing.

“Alyssa? Is someone in there with you?”

Demetri looked at the door and froze. “Crap, is this the part where they break down the door and your dad chases me while I run down the street with no pants on?”

“Probably.” I shrugged happily.

“Cool. On that note…” He jumped out of bed giving me full view of his perfectly sculpted body. Damn his abs. With a seductive wink, one that made my insides turn to mush, he threw on his shirt and proceeded to shimmy — his words not mine — out the window and down to the ground.

“You sure that’s safe?” I whispered out to him.

“Nope.” Demetri laughed. “It’s an adventure. I’m an adventurous guy, just ask…” Lots of cursing followed as he slid, or technically fell, the last five feet to the ground.

I had unlocked my bedroom door when I’d got up to go to the restroom last night, which my dad just discovered as he pushed his way into my room and looked around suspiciously. Geez, you’d think he’d be encouraging me to socialize. Then again, having a guy in my bed probably wasn’t his idea of socializing — though it very well might be my new favorite thing.

I blushed as my dad’s eyes scanned the bed; the duvet was pushed away and fell onto the floor in a pool, and both pillows looked used. I blinked at him and waited for him to begin asking questions. Instead, he rubbed his head, saying something under his breath and then walked out of the room.

I exhaled in relief and texted Demetri.

COAST IS CLR.

He texted me back.

COME OUTSDE.

I threw on a long sleeve Henley over my tank top and ran down the stairs to find Demetri standing at my door.

“What are you doing?” My eyes scanned his bed hair and cocky grin as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and lifted his shoulders.

“I forgot something.”

I examined him further. He was wearing all his clothes.

“Not clothes,” he answered, reading my mind.

I squinted against the sun and lifted my hand to my forehead so I could see him clearly.”Okay, it’s too early to argue.

What did you lose and how can I help you find it?”

He took a step closer to me and then another and another until we were nearly chest to chest. My knees felt weak as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me full on the mouth. I fell into him, easily trapped by his magnetism.

“Your morning kiss,” he said pulling away. “Good morning, Alyssa.”

Okay, so I know swooning doesn’t really happen, but I could have sworn in that moment that my legs gave way, that my body swayed into his, and that I seriously saw fireworks go off in the sky as he bent and kissed my hand tenderly then jogged away.

“Who was that?” My dad said from behind me, scaring the crap out of my frozen moment in time.

“I, uh—” What was he? My boyfriend? No, that would be crazy, wouldn’t it? “He’s my good friend.”

“How old is he?” Dad crossed his arms and gazed out toward the street. Clearly he hadn’t seen Demetri’s face, otherwise he would have known exactly who he was talking about.

“Thirty,” I answered deadpan.

“What!” The tiny vein in my dad’s forehead looked like it was going to pop. Ah, it had been too long since I’d seen him show any sort of emotion except pity around me.

I slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry, Dad. I know what I’m doing. We’ve got a plan. First he’s going to move in here with us, you know to be smart and save money. And then we hope to get married and start a family, possibly build a second wing on the house. He just got out of jail, so it should be hard for him to find work, but hey, we have the taffy shop!”

“Thirty?” Dad repeated, obviously still stuck on the whole age thing.

I nodded.

“Wait. What?” Dad shook his head and then finally looked down at my face. I was grinning like an idiot.