You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors 1)

“Why?”

“I sleep naked.”

“Are you serious?”

“No. But it was worth it just to see you blush.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“I think you are. And you know what else I think?” I was so close to kissing her. So damn close. “I think you were just hoping to see me naked every morning.”

Chapter Eleven

Josie

The following week was a doozy. Since Amelia and Tess had taken it upon themselves to organize the wedding, Hunter and I only had to decide between the various options they laid out for us. I loved every moment of it: choosing the flowers, the theme, the band, making seating arrangements, you name it.

Living with Hunter was... hard. I tried to pretend we were simply roommates, but there was no getting past the intimacy of it all.

I felt self-conscious about hopping in his shower every morning. I kept my ears perked to pick up any sound—what if in a sleepy haze he came inside without knocking?

Some things could not be undone or unseen. But he’d been right—he did sleep like a rock in the morning. Even so, I’d taken to tiptoeing with the blow dryer to the living room and closing all doors.

On Wednesday, he caught up with me in the kitchen while I ate my yogurt. He was already dressed to the nines. I typically only dressed after finishing breakfast, to avoid the risk of dropping yogurt on my suits.

“I have a proposition for you,” Hunter said, grabbing coffee.

“Shoot.”

“You take the master bedroom. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“Why?”

“It makes more sense. I only need fifteen minutes in the morning. I can just come in after you’re done.”

Well, hell. I’d have that enormous room all to myself?

“What’s that?” he asked.

I caught myself smiling from ear to ear. “I might be imagining myself in that king-sized bed of yours.”

&nbs

p; “So, we have a deal?”

“Yes. Can I buy a vanity table? So I don’t have to do my makeup in the bathroom? There’s no natural light.”

“Sure.” He blinked. “I know you wanted Leonie to take care of everything, but... obviously if you want to redecorate any part of the house, you’re welcome to do it. I want you to feel at home.”

The dangerous part? I was already feeling as if I was at home. And yet, I couldn’t help hanging on to that feeling of wanting more.

“I don’t want to redecorate per se, but I was thinking that I can make a reading nook under the window next to the fireplace. There is enough space for a window seat and a shelf.”

“You gave this a lot of thought already.”

I blushed. “I’ve just looked around on Pinterest. I’m not very design savvy.”

“I’ll ask an interior designer to come help us.”