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shadow looming over me. “Nu uh.” I was being lifted into the air, and I suddenly felt chilled as cool air wafted across my breasts and tummy. The haze lifted. My eyes opened fully, and I knew where I was. Crumbs from a potato chip canister spilled down my body along with the crusts from a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I thought I had dreamt that part. Great. Now I could add sleep eating to the long list of weird things I did.
“I don’t want to be awake. Put me down, you big asshole.”
Dane only shifted me more securely into his arms and took me into the bathroom, setting me on the cool lid.
“I want to go back to sleep! What are you doing here? Why did you… How did you get in?” I was on full alert now and couldn’t decide how to process everything. Number one, he saw me in my undies with nothing else on, with really funky sleep breath and bed head. Number two, I really had to pee. Number three… “Seriously, how did you get in here? What time is it?”
He turned around and turned the shower on, before giving me what kind of looked like a cross between exasperation and anger. Why was he angry at me? He was the one doing the pity fucking to save the cause.
“Do your business, take a shower, and we’ll talk when you get done.”
Now I was getting pissed off. I squirmed on the lid. But, first, I really did have to pee. Okay, pee first, then ream the big guy out. “Turn around so I can do this.”
His mouth twitched, but he turned his back while I lowered my panties and did my thing.
“Don’t pull them back up,” he commanded when I stood up. “Time to shower.”
“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, or what in crap you think you are doing here, but this is my place. If I want to sleep for a few hours and not shower and not pee, that’s none of your damn business. And I still don’t know how you got in here.”
He grabbed me so fast, it scared me. He pulled me up onto his lap and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I was naked, he, fully dressed. “Look at your phone, little girl.” He growled.
Okay, I may have been a bit ticked off, but even I knew that kind of growl was not one to be messed with, so I obliged him. “Yeah, so what. It’s 2:00 p.m..” I noticed a full screen of calls alternating from him and Jody.
“It’s 2:00 p.m. Monday ,” he rasped. “You have been sleeping for two days.”
“Oh.”
He turned me so I could see his tired eyes, the dark circles, and the hurt in them. “I have been trying to reach you since Saturday night. I tried to give you some space, but I was worried. I called your emergency point of contact, Jody, and she said she hadn’t heard from you either.”
Crap.
“She’s worried about you, too.” He scowled and then his features softened. “I came over to check on you, and found the door unlocked. You must have forgotten to lock it when you came home Saturday night.”
“Oh.” Good Lord, was that all I could say? I sagged against him again, suddenly even more tired than before. I wanted to yell at him and curse him out for being a player. I wanted to act offended that he would come into my apartment without permission, haul me off to the bathroom, and listen to me pee. But I couldn’t. “I’m just so very tired.” The tears came, and I fell into him, a sobbing mess of yuck and fatigue.
He held me in his big, strong arms and wiped my face with such a tender touch, I couldn’t help but cry harder. The look in his eyes was full of compassion as he whispered to me, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
Then he stood up, pulled down my panties, leaving me completely naked, and carried me into the shower, where I continued to bawl against his wet shirt. I should have cared that he was seeing me fully naked, and at my worst, but at this point, I didn’t care. I had a lot of emotions to let out, and my tears probably would have filled the bathtub.
“I was humiliated ,” I wept angrily, trying to push him
“I don’t want to be awake. Put me down, you big asshole.”
Dane only shifted me more securely into his arms and took me into the bathroom, setting me on the cool lid.
“I want to go back to sleep! What are you doing here? Why did you… How did you get in?” I was on full alert now and couldn’t decide how to process everything. Number one, he saw me in my undies with nothing else on, with really funky sleep breath and bed head. Number two, I really had to pee. Number three… “Seriously, how did you get in here? What time is it?”
He turned around and turned the shower on, before giving me what kind of looked like a cross between exasperation and anger. Why was he angry at me? He was the one doing the pity fucking to save the cause.
“Do your business, take a shower, and we’ll talk when you get done.”
Now I was getting pissed off. I squirmed on the lid. But, first, I really did have to pee. Okay, pee first, then ream the big guy out. “Turn around so I can do this.”
His mouth twitched, but he turned his back while I lowered my panties and did my thing.
“Don’t pull them back up,” he commanded when I stood up. “Time to shower.”
“Listen, I don’t know who the hell you think you are, or what in crap you think you are doing here, but this is my place. If I want to sleep for a few hours and not shower and not pee, that’s none of your damn business. And I still don’t know how you got in here.”
He grabbed me so fast, it scared me. He pulled me up onto his lap and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I was naked, he, fully dressed. “Look at your phone, little girl.” He growled.
Okay, I may have been a bit ticked off, but even I knew that kind of growl was not one to be messed with, so I obliged him. “Yeah, so what. It’s 2:00 p.m..” I noticed a full screen of calls alternating from him and Jody.
“It’s 2:00 p.m. Monday ,” he rasped. “You have been sleeping for two days.”
“Oh.”
He turned me so I could see his tired eyes, the dark circles, and the hurt in them. “I have been trying to reach you since Saturday night. I tried to give you some space, but I was worried. I called your emergency point of contact, Jody, and she said she hadn’t heard from you either.”
Crap.
“She’s worried about you, too.” He scowled and then his features softened. “I came over to check on you, and found the door unlocked. You must have forgotten to lock it when you came home Saturday night.”
“Oh.” Good Lord, was that all I could say? I sagged against him again, suddenly even more tired than before. I wanted to yell at him and curse him out for being a player. I wanted to act offended that he would come into my apartment without permission, haul me off to the bathroom, and listen to me pee. But I couldn’t. “I’m just so very tired.” The tears came, and I fell into him, a sobbing mess of yuck and fatigue.
He held me in his big, strong arms and wiped my face with such a tender touch, I couldn’t help but cry harder. The look in his eyes was full of compassion as he whispered to me, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
Then he stood up, pulled down my panties, leaving me completely naked, and carried me into the shower, where I continued to bawl against his wet shirt. I should have cared that he was seeing me fully naked, and at my worst, but at this point, I didn’t care. I had a lot of emotions to let out, and my tears probably would have filled the bathtub.
“I was humiliated ,” I wept angrily, trying to push him
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