“I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind,” she admitted softly.

“I know what you mean.”

Her question back was immediate. “What are you thinking about?”

Why did she have to ask me that? I thought of my options; I thought that maybe I could lie and say that I was thinking about work; maybe I could just shrug it off, but the need to be honest with her overcame me. I needed to be honest with her. I already had way too many lies in my life that I was trying to overcome, and I couldn’t lie about this.

My response was simple and brutally honest.

“You.”

Her mouth dropped open in the shock of my truth, but her eyes never left mine. I had no expectations about how she would react although I had the strong feeling that she would flee at any moment. A second passed and then a minute yet she didn’t move. To say I was shocked was an understatement, to say I was excited was a given.

“Let’s go to my room. We can watch a movie until we fall asleep.”

Once again my dick spoke in place of my brain.

I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall, switching off the lights and darkening the apartment as we passed. We walked into my room and the dim light from the lamp provided perfect shadows to bounce off the walls and crowd us. Nerves sailed off her as she took in my room. Her hand ran along the satin stripes on my comforter and her eyes scoped out every corner.

“Tell me what you are thinking?” I questioned, my voice edged with intrigue.

“I don’t know what I am thinking.”

“If you could say one thing to me right now what would it be?”

She hesitated over her words; her eyes darted from mine as she continued to take in my room. A large king-size bed took up the space, draped with a black and silver striped comforter, side tables sat on either side, with oversized lamps courteous of Ashlyn and her need to decorate my apartment. A flat screen television hung on the wall opposite and floor to ceilings windows filled another entire wall, giving me the perfect view of the Atlantic Ocean. I chose this apartment purely on that view alone.

“I’m nervous of being this close to you.”

I sat down on the edge of my bed and took in her words. Her honesty surprised me, but it allowed me to understand the stiffness of her body language. I didn’t know whether she was nervous about what I could do or whether her nerves were based on her feelings of what she wanted to do. I knew I was coming to the end of my tether. Those moments when her perfume would hit my nose was like an extra stab to the heart and all I wanted to do was bury my face in her neck and become completely undone. I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost this battle.

“Come over here Eden,” I hummed through a thick voice.

I swallowed at the sight of her nodding and lowering herself to my bed. I wanted nothing more than for her to say no to me, but then that would mean that she wasn’t the girl who could only say yes. All I wanted to do was tell her that she was the first girl to stay in here, that usually I would take girls to the spare room, but I knew that wouldn’t sit well. She was already nervous enough. I pulled back the covers and climbed under the comforter and waited.

“You can say no to me Eden,” I said in a low tone.

She froze and looked over at me. “I can’t,” was her immediate response.

“You can, but you won’t.” I sighed in frustration.

“I can’t.” She pleaded with wide eyes.

“Why. Tell me why in the world you can’t say no?”

“Ky, please. Don’t make me talk about this. Not now.” Her voice cracked with emotion and those perfect blue eyes begged me to stop.

“Okay.” I said reluctantly. “Do you want to climb in?”

She reacted straight away, pulling back the covers on the side of the bed that she was sitting on and she slid in. She remained on her back, staring at the ceiling, and it was the most awkward situation I’d ever been when it came to being in bed with a woman. After what felt like an eternity, she finally looked over and I swear to God she smirked at me, her face flooding with mischievous intent.

“Shit Eden, your feet are fucking freezing!” I gasped as her feet touched mine swiftly causing me to ball myself up and roll to face her.

Her muffled laughter filled my ears as she covered her face with her arm but continued to press her icy feet against me.

“My feet always get cold. They are my secret weapon.” She giggled and before I could say another word her feet slid down my legs until they touched my feet again causing me to shriek.

“Want to know what my secret weapon is?” My eyes narrowed in on her and her giggle ceased. Two could play this game. “This!”

I rolled over and pinned her down and commenced tickling her. She squealed and giggled as her arms and legs kicked around desperate to stop the assault of my fingers. I couldn’t hold in the laughter and soon my deep laughter mixed with her high pitched giggles filled my bedroom. Our bodies smashed together and our hands touched and prodded each other like it was the most usual thing in the world.

“Stop, Ky! I promise no more cold feet. I’ll wear socks!” she choked out between attempts to take a breath and laughter and her hands fell to my bare chest.

I rolled onto my back in victory and rested my hands behind my head. I tried to concentrate on everything around me, but all I could hear was Eden’s heavy breathing as she struggled to get over my attack of tickles. This wasn’t the best idea I had because now all I was thinking about was hearing her heavy breathing due from an attack of my mouth, fingers, or my cock. How had this gone from wanting her to open up to me, to a tickle fight, and now sexual innuendos?

Yep, I was fucked.

“Okay, now that we have that settled, you need to pick a movie,” I declared and handed her the remote.

“What do you feel like watching?” she asked and began flicking through channels much to my amusement.

“Nope, it’s totally up to you. I’ll watch anything.”

Ten minutes later, Eden was curled up on her side, her hair feathered out against the white pillow as she hummed along to the familiar intro of Dirty Dancing. This was new. One; I had never watched Dirty Dancing in bed with a girl before. Two; I hadn’t had a girl in this bed before. Three; Eden almost looked at peace.

“Eden, come here,” I blurted out. Her head turned and looked at me warily. “If I only have you for a month, I want you in my arms while we watch a movie, especially if it’s Dirty Dancing.”

She moved across the bed and hesitantly rested her head over my heart and her arm rested over my bare stomach. I hissed, and I knew she heard me because she stopped breathing momentarily. She waited for my reaction. I knew my heart was thundering in my chest, right under her head, and I knew she felt it. She was getting a reaction from me that she probably would never have imagined.

“I can move,” she stuttered and began pulling her body away.

My hand fell down onto her arm halting her escape. “You are staying right here Eden. I’m not letting you go.”

I wrapped my arm around her back and curled her closer, breaking the distance that she had put between us. Her arm went loose over my stomach, all tension she had lost, and we fell into an awkward and highly charged silence as the movie played out. Eden hummed along to every single song and quoted most of the movie in a hushed voice. Her tone and the comfort of her in my arms slowly lulled me into sleep and the last thing I heard was her singing “I’ve Had The Time of My Life”.

The feeling of fingertips sweeping over my skin and goosebumps rising from the sensation woke me. A strong pressure was over my stomach, pinning me to the bed. For a brief moment everything was confusion and a mass of shock. My eyes fluttered open and jumped around the room trying to work out what was happening. The credits rolled on the television and the glow from the screen allowed me to make out the sea of dark hair that was on my chest and it hit me.