Chapter Fourteen
AJ
I watched her sleep.
Ordinarily, I’d say that was a creepy ass thing to do, but I did it. Listened to the sound of her breathing. Traced the shape of her nose and lips with my eyes. She looked so peaceful.
Ordinarily, if I’m in the same bed as a girl, and we’re not having sex because the deed is already done, I’m looking to be outta there. Fixing up a bike or outside doing pull-ups. Any place but in the bed. But in Roswell, I lay there and I watched her.
Roswell was the only time I ever shared a bed with a woman, and we weren’t getting down to it. Hollie Palmer’s not that kind of girl. Yet, sharing a bed with her has ignited something inside me.
I must have fallen asleep sitting up. At some point I must have moved down, so that I was lying next to her. When I woke up, her body was next to mine, our faces close, but not touching. Rather than roll the other way, I stayed.
‘AJ!’ Chase hollers at me, and I glance up.
I really don’t wanna be losing to him at pool right now.
I don’t wanna be doing anything right now. I’d rather be staring at a wall.
Yet here I am, again. Late on a Thursday afternoon in Scotch pretends to be good at others.
Either way, he spends too much time at Scotch they’re not our problem.
So don’t you go creating trouble for yourself. ’