“The spin-off series with Jack Harkness, right?”
“That’s it.”
“I haven’t seen it.”
“Oh, well you have to,” Aiden stated with a nod. “It starts slow, but it fills in a lot of the gaps and Captain Jack is fabulous.”
“I like him in the main series,” I agreed. “I love how bisexual they made him. It’s done so casually and without a lot of fuss.”
Aiden grinned but didn’t comment. I wondered if I had crossed some line, because the conversation quickly changed back to music. We both hated country and couldn’t understand how popular it was.
We talked and talked. We joked and laughed. Throughout the evening, Aiden never made a move on me at all. He didn’t even try to hold my hand again.
As the sun went down, I yawned.
“Time for bed?” Aiden asked quietly. The look in his eyes made my skin tingle.
“I guess so.”
I helped carry the dishes into the kitchen, and we silently rinsed them off and placed them in the dishwasher before heading into the bedroom. I pulled out my toiletry bag and a pair of pajamas before excusing myself to the bathroom to change.
I stared at myself in the mirror and look a long, slow breath. I could see my own nervousness in my eyes.
“He said no pressure,” I whispered to myself.
In the quietness of the bathroom, I doubted. I doubted what he meant, and I doubted what I wanted. I looked down at myself and the short, not quite sheer but still rather revealing pajamas I had managed to pack and wondered what my subconscious had been thinking when I threw them in the bag. In a very short time, I was going to be in bed with him, wearing this.
I could feel my pulse all the way down to my feet as I looked into my own eyes.
He’s a drug dealer.
I glared at my reflection. I didn’t know that, not for sure. He just said he was in pharmaceutical sales. He could have meant aspirin.
Bullshit. Guys who sell aspirin don’t live in a house like this.
There was definitely more to Aiden Hunter than he let on. I was sure of that. I glanced around the bathroom, noticing that the green toothbrush I had used back in Ohio was now in a similar cup next to the blue one on the vanity.
He had packed my toothbrush. He knew I was going to give in and join him.
Or was he just extremely thoughtful?
I’m such an ass.
“You’re not being fair,” I said softly. “He’s been nothing but nice. He cooked and even brought your spare toothbrush all the way from Ohio.”
I shook my head, trying to toss the mistrust I felt off of me like a dog shakes water from its fur after a bath. He hadn’t given me any reason to think he was going to suddenly change with the moonlight. He wasn’t going to turn into a werewolf or a vampire as soon as we were in bed together.
Did Buffy pack those stakes?
“You are a mess,” I told myself. I glared again. “A ridiculous mess. Now stop it.”
With a couple of deep, cleansing breaths, I opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. Aiden wasn’t in there, so I took the opportunity to quickly slip under the blankets, fretting for a minute about what side of the bed I should sleep on. I remembered that I had been on the left and he on the right when I’d woken up in the apartment in Ohio and decided that was as good as anything.
I checked my phone for messages and saw that it was at half-power. With a sigh, I got b
ack out of bed and poked around in my bag for the charger. Clothes, toiletries, lip balm…dammit.
I hadn’t brought it.