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searched my face. “Do you have them often?”
Shaking my head, I pulled my eyes from his. “No. At first I had the same dream every night. Now it’s about once a week.”
Preston closed his eyes and then scrubbed his hands down his face.
“You stayed?” I asked as I took him in. Holy moly. He didn’t have a shirt on.
Look away, Harmony. Count to twenty and look away.
I attempted to focus on anything other than his chest and amazingly fit abs.
Jesus, Harmony. Get a grip on yourself.
Risking another peek, I turned slightly and moved my eyes over Preston’s fit body quickly.
Preston slowly stood up and I forced my betraying bitch of a body to keep my feelings deep inside.
“Do you want me to leave, Harmony? I will if you’d rather be alone. It’s just…you asked me to stay last night and I didn’t want you to be upset if you woke up and I was gone. Of course, you could be upset that I stayed.”
Frowning, Preston shook his head and turned around as he headed out the door. Pursing my lips together, I kept my giggle suppressed. “Preston, please don’t leave. It’s five in the morning.”
He must have noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably from the cold draft that blew through this old house. Or because I was eyeing him up and down…again.
“Shit, let me go get a shirt on.” Spinning on his heels, Preston disappeared.
Pushing the covers off me, I noticed I was in a T-shirt and sweats. I wondered if I had changed into these clothes or if Preston had changed me. God, I hoped I’d changed myself. I was pretty sure I hadn’t shaved under my arms in two weeks.
Rolling my eyes, I walked out of my bedroom and leaned over the railing. Closing my eyes briefly, I let out a sigh.
Oh Lord, do I feel like crap.
My head was pounding and my mouth tasted like a bar. I think my drinking days are over, before they even really got started. “Preston? I’m going to jump in the shower. I feel like shit and my mouth tastes worse.”
He appeared before my eyes as he looked up at me. “How about I make you some breakfast?”
Laughing, I brushed him off and said, “Ha! If you can find food in this house and make a meal out of it, I’ll spend the entire day doing what you want to do.”
Winking at me, Preston said, “Deal.”
Smiling weakly, I turned and headed back into my bedroom and to the master bathroom. Turning on the hot water, I stripped out of my clothes and walked into the shower. Letting the water move across my body, I let out the breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in. Moving my face into the water, I made a decision. These feelings that I was feeling…these confusing feelings…I was going to push them away and lock them somewhere deep down inside. My husband and child had just died a few months ago and I was drooling over another man.
Placing my hands over my face, I leaned against the shower wall and slowly slid down as I cried.
After a few minutes of sobbing, I looked up.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve never experienced these feelings about anyone other than Trey. The way I’m feeling about Preston is ten times stronger and it is confusing the hell out of me. Please…please just make the pain go away.
Burying my face in my hands again, my body shook as sobs rolled through me. “I’m so scared. Please help me.”
Please, God. Please
.
Chapter 8
Just Friends
Preston
Opening up Harmony’s refrigerator, I attempted to find some sort of food to work with. I was met with pretty much an empty refrigerator. “Jesus, no wonder she looks like she’s lost weight.” Pushing a bag of lettuce out of the way, I saw some eggs. Reaching in, I pulled them out.
Smiling, I whispered, “Perfect.” Taking another look around, I saw a purple onion and a green pepper. The pepper felt a bit soft but I thought it was workable.
Setting the eggs down next to the onion and bell pepper, I searched for a bowl and a frying pan.
Once I got the eggs beaten and poured over the sautéed
Shaking my head, I pulled my eyes from his. “No. At first I had the same dream every night. Now it’s about once a week.”
Preston closed his eyes and then scrubbed his hands down his face.
“You stayed?” I asked as I took him in. Holy moly. He didn’t have a shirt on.
Look away, Harmony. Count to twenty and look away.
I attempted to focus on anything other than his chest and amazingly fit abs.
Jesus, Harmony. Get a grip on yourself.
Risking another peek, I turned slightly and moved my eyes over Preston’s fit body quickly.
Preston slowly stood up and I forced my betraying bitch of a body to keep my feelings deep inside.
“Do you want me to leave, Harmony? I will if you’d rather be alone. It’s just…you asked me to stay last night and I didn’t want you to be upset if you woke up and I was gone. Of course, you could be upset that I stayed.”
Frowning, Preston shook his head and turned around as he headed out the door. Pursing my lips together, I kept my giggle suppressed. “Preston, please don’t leave. It’s five in the morning.”
He must have noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt, probably from the cold draft that blew through this old house. Or because I was eyeing him up and down…again.
“Shit, let me go get a shirt on.” Spinning on his heels, Preston disappeared.
Pushing the covers off me, I noticed I was in a T-shirt and sweats. I wondered if I had changed into these clothes or if Preston had changed me. God, I hoped I’d changed myself. I was pretty sure I hadn’t shaved under my arms in two weeks.
Rolling my eyes, I walked out of my bedroom and leaned over the railing. Closing my eyes briefly, I let out a sigh.
Oh Lord, do I feel like crap.
My head was pounding and my mouth tasted like a bar. I think my drinking days are over, before they even really got started. “Preston? I’m going to jump in the shower. I feel like shit and my mouth tastes worse.”
He appeared before my eyes as he looked up at me. “How about I make you some breakfast?”
Laughing, I brushed him off and said, “Ha! If you can find food in this house and make a meal out of it, I’ll spend the entire day doing what you want to do.”
Winking at me, Preston said, “Deal.”
Smiling weakly, I turned and headed back into my bedroom and to the master bathroom. Turning on the hot water, I stripped out of my clothes and walked into the shower. Letting the water move across my body, I let out the breath I hadn’t even realized I had been holding in. Moving my face into the water, I made a decision. These feelings that I was feeling…these confusing feelings…I was going to push them away and lock them somewhere deep down inside. My husband and child had just died a few months ago and I was drooling over another man.
Placing my hands over my face, I leaned against the shower wall and slowly slid down as I cried.
After a few minutes of sobbing, I looked up.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve never experienced these feelings about anyone other than Trey. The way I’m feeling about Preston is ten times stronger and it is confusing the hell out of me. Please…please just make the pain go away.
Burying my face in my hands again, my body shook as sobs rolled through me. “I’m so scared. Please help me.”
Please, God. Please
.
Chapter 8
Just Friends
Preston
Opening up Harmony’s refrigerator, I attempted to find some sort of food to work with. I was met with pretty much an empty refrigerator. “Jesus, no wonder she looks like she’s lost weight.” Pushing a bag of lettuce out of the way, I saw some eggs. Reaching in, I pulled them out.
Smiling, I whispered, “Perfect.” Taking another look around, I saw a purple onion and a green pepper. The pepper felt a bit soft but I thought it was workable.
Setting the eggs down next to the onion and bell pepper, I searched for a bowl and a frying pan.
Once I got the eggs beaten and poured over the sautéed
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