Chapter 8
Knox
I glanced over at her bedroom window. It was big enough for me to slip out of. I was used to being stealthy. It came with the job. But I hadn’t had to sneak out of a woman’s window in years.
A stab of emotion shot through me, and I corrected my thoughts.
Stealth came with the job I used to have.
Now I was just a civilian.
Technically, I was a guy who worked at a sawmill in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere.
A guy who had just fucked Eric’s house guest. The same Eric who was out in the living room right now.
It was exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t do.
Regret flooded through me, even as I knew I would never take it back. No matter what came out of this, last night with Gwen had been magical.
I wasn’t crazy about the one night part of our one-night stand. But this wasn’t the time to talk about it.
Quietly, I slipped out of her bed and dressed.
After I tugged my boots back on and laced them up, I looked back at her one more time.
She was lying in the bed with the blankets down to her waist.
Her dark hair was a tangled mess from the fucking I’d given her last night, and her perky nipples were doing exactly that, perking at me as they peeked out from under the covers.
Gwen looked divine, and all I wanted to do was worship at the altar of her body.
But those were crazy thoughts.
Without another word, I unhooked her window screen, cranked open the window and silently slipped out.
As I walked back to the bunkhouse, I realized that last night might have changed my entire life.
I didn’t think I’d ever be the same again.
Gwen hadn’t been like other women.
Not that they hadn’t tried to hook me into something long term.
But there was a synergy between me and Gwen that I’d never felt before. The one thing I knew was I definitely didn’t want last night to be a onetime event.
I slipped into the bunkhouse while I tried to make sense of my feelings.
This was all new to me and more than a little confusing.