“Then prove it.” He patted the bed beside him and lowered himself into the covers, facing the wall. He was impossible. I teetered on the edge of going to sleep on the hard sofa, but then figured what the hell.
I shut the door and turned off the light before walking across the room to my side of the bed and slipping down under the covers. I didn’t feel a bit of body heat as he stayed on his own side of the bed and though I faced him, he faced the wall.
“Is that so bad?” He stretched his arm and shut off the lamp, leaving us in the dark.
“No, it’s fine. Thanks.” I had the urge to inch closer and put my arm around him, but I knew better. That small act of contact would make him think I was opening that door, and once it was entered, there was no going back.
“I’m sorry, Luna, about the lap dance and the kissing and everything else, too. I need you to know that.” His voice was softer than normal as he said that, barely a whisper.
I thought about my hand stinging from the smack I’d given him and felt terrible. “I know. It’s not your fault. I have to take responsibility for my own actions. It’s easy to blame you, though, and that’s what I’ve done this whole time. I’m sorry I slapped you. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You’re stressed. To be honest, it was the most I’ve felt all week. Tomorrow when Mason gets here, we’re all going to have a long talk, and when we do, I have a feeling a lot of things will come back to you.”
“I’ll say whatever you need me to say, Gabriel. I want to make sure that no matter what they say, we let them know we’re certain of your whereabouts. You were with me all night.”
“Thank you.” His voice lifted as if the statement surprised him.
“Yeah, I’m afraid with that asshole, Mason, you might need all the help you can get.” I laughed, letting him know that I was only kidding.
“He is an asshole, but he’s also the best attorney money can buy.”
I nestled down with my pillow. “It’s a shame you don’t get more for your money.”
A rolling laugh shook the bed beneath us. “You’re too much.”
“Sorry. I’ll let you get some sleep.”
The bed moved again as he turned over to face me. “Don’t apologize, Luna. I like talking to you. I’m surprised you don’t have men all over you.”
Hearing the statement, I almost laughed out loud. I’d never been the type of woman who had men flocking to her, but knowing he thought otherwise was enough to make me blush. I’d given up on finding Mr. Right a long time ago and had no future hopes of a relationship.
“No one’s ever been turned on by me.”
Gabriel cleared his throat. “I beg to differ.”
Chapter Ten
Gabriel
Waking up next to Luna was even more amazing than the last time. She’d rolled over close to me and the soft purr of her breathing was a major turn on. Our discussion had me thinking all night, long after her mind had shut down and taken its nightly trip to dream town.
I had kept it from her long enough and now that I knew Mason was coming by early for breakfast, it was the perfect time to spring the information on both of them.
I could imagine she was going to be very upset, but I held on to the hope that she’d still feel the same about wanting to help me.
An hour after I sat down to check my messages and return a few calls, Luna walked into the room with her hair wrapped up in a towel. She went to the coffee pot in the small kitc
henette and brewed a fresh pot.
I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of her in her short, silky robe. The lavender fabric draped perfectly around her form, and I found myself adjusting my cock. She turned and smiled before coming around to sit across from me.
“You’re up early. Did you sleep well?” Her eyes were filled with concern, and that was a kick in the pants. I knew I couldn’t put off telling her a moment longer. I’d wanted to wait for Mason, but she deserved to know. I took the opportunity for segue.
“I slept better than I have in months. I guess sleeping near you suits me.” The blush in her cheeks deepened and she stood and crossed the room to pour herself a cup of the fresh brew.
“I’m not used to sleeping with anyone either, but yeah, it was nice. Sorry if I crossed the halfway mark, I guess I’m a bed hog.” She carried her cup into the bedroom and shut the door.
I hadn’t minded her hogging the bed at all, and I hoped that she’d come back into the room. After another minute, she returned dressed in jeans and a white tank top, with her damp hair hanging down her shoulders. “Hope you don’t mind me staying casual.” She sat on the couch and pulled on a pair of white cotton socks.