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the baby soft skin of her inner thigh, traveling farther to her…
“Eddie?” Haley’s voice snapped him out of his soon-to-be X-rated daydream. “Are you okay?” Her tentative, caring voice pulled at another part of his anatomy—his heart.
Haley didn’t just look after Emily, which would have been more than enough. She always wanted to make sure that he was okay. She regularly went out of her way to take care of him, like when she cleaned up, packed his lunches, and made dinners and put them in the freezer.
Eddie wasn’t used to that. No one had ever taken care of him . He’d always been the caregiver. First with Chelle, then with Lacey, and now with Emily. His mom had certainly not been the nurturing type. In fact, he remembered when he had chicken pox in first grade they had told him to stay in his room so he didn’t infect the house with his germs. His mom would leave his meals on trays outside his door and ask if he needed anything, but she wouldn’t even come into the room and check on him.
“Eddie,” Haley repeated, concern filling her soft voice as her face scrunched in worry.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry,” Eddie assured her as he shook his head a little. He seriously needed to snap out of it and get his head right.
“So…” Haley took another deep breath, and Eddie noticed that she was wiggling her toes. She was nervous.
“You don’t have to be nervous, Hales.” Eddie knew he wasn’t acting like himself tonight, but the last thing he wanted was for Haley to be nervous around him.
“I’m not nervous.” Haley looked at him like she had no idea what he was talking about.
“Okay.” Eddie sat back in his chair. He wasn’t going to push the point, but he knew she was.
Haley stared at him with an assessing look in her eye for a few moments before asking, “How did you know I was nervous?”
Eddie raised one brow in challenge. “I thought you said you weren’t.”
She tilted her head with an expression that clearly communicated, ‘Stop being a smartass.’
He smiled. Eddie loved the fact that whatever Haley was feeling or thinking was written clear as day on her face. Sadly, it made her poker game suffer. He’d seen her get slaughtered at the table during Sloan family game nights on more than one occasion.
And it wasn’t just her facial expressions that gave away her mood or thoughts. Haley had more tells than politicians had hookers. She was a walking, breathing, talking tell.
When she was nervous, she wiggled her toes and/or bit the inside of her lip. If she was thinking, concentrating, or working something out, she twisted her hair. When she was happy about something, her voice went up an octave. And after tonight, he knew that when she was turned on, her breathing became shallow and a light pink blush crept up her chest.
Eddie tilted his beer towards her feet before taking another swig. “You wiggle your toes when you’re nervous.”
Haley’s toes immediately stopped moving as she looked down at her feet, asking in disbelief, “I do?”
Eddie nodded. She did.
“How do you… I mean…who told you that?” Haley turned her head and narrowed her eyes, looking at him like she was a detective trying to get down to the bottom of a great mystery.
“No one,” Eddie answered honestly.
Tilting her head, clearly not convinced, she asked, “Then how did you know that?”
“I noticed it.” Eddie looked straight into her crystal blue eyes as he admitted, “I notice a lot about you.”
Haley’s eyes widened and her breathing once again came in shorter pants. That blush he had been thinking about appeared just above the swell of her breasts and continued up the smooth skin of her neck. Eddie should not have added that last admission. He could blame the alcohol, but sadly, he wasn’t even feeling the slightest bit buzzed.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He did feel a strong buzzing, but it was from arousal, not from the two beers he’d pounded back. Knowing that he
“Eddie?” Haley’s voice snapped him out of his soon-to-be X-rated daydream. “Are you okay?” Her tentative, caring voice pulled at another part of his anatomy—his heart.
Haley didn’t just look after Emily, which would have been more than enough. She always wanted to make sure that he was okay. She regularly went out of her way to take care of him, like when she cleaned up, packed his lunches, and made dinners and put them in the freezer.
Eddie wasn’t used to that. No one had ever taken care of him . He’d always been the caregiver. First with Chelle, then with Lacey, and now with Emily. His mom had certainly not been the nurturing type. In fact, he remembered when he had chicken pox in first grade they had told him to stay in his room so he didn’t infect the house with his germs. His mom would leave his meals on trays outside his door and ask if he needed anything, but she wouldn’t even come into the room and check on him.
“Eddie,” Haley repeated, concern filling her soft voice as her face scrunched in worry.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry,” Eddie assured her as he shook his head a little. He seriously needed to snap out of it and get his head right.
“So…” Haley took another deep breath, and Eddie noticed that she was wiggling her toes. She was nervous.
“You don’t have to be nervous, Hales.” Eddie knew he wasn’t acting like himself tonight, but the last thing he wanted was for Haley to be nervous around him.
“I’m not nervous.” Haley looked at him like she had no idea what he was talking about.
“Okay.” Eddie sat back in his chair. He wasn’t going to push the point, but he knew she was.
Haley stared at him with an assessing look in her eye for a few moments before asking, “How did you know I was nervous?”
Eddie raised one brow in challenge. “I thought you said you weren’t.”
She tilted her head with an expression that clearly communicated, ‘Stop being a smartass.’
He smiled. Eddie loved the fact that whatever Haley was feeling or thinking was written clear as day on her face. Sadly, it made her poker game suffer. He’d seen her get slaughtered at the table during Sloan family game nights on more than one occasion.
And it wasn’t just her facial expressions that gave away her mood or thoughts. Haley had more tells than politicians had hookers. She was a walking, breathing, talking tell.
When she was nervous, she wiggled her toes and/or bit the inside of her lip. If she was thinking, concentrating, or working something out, she twisted her hair. When she was happy about something, her voice went up an octave. And after tonight, he knew that when she was turned on, her breathing became shallow and a light pink blush crept up her chest.
Eddie tilted his beer towards her feet before taking another swig. “You wiggle your toes when you’re nervous.”
Haley’s toes immediately stopped moving as she looked down at her feet, asking in disbelief, “I do?”
Eddie nodded. She did.
“How do you… I mean…who told you that?” Haley turned her head and narrowed her eyes, looking at him like she was a detective trying to get down to the bottom of a great mystery.
“No one,” Eddie answered honestly.
Tilting her head, clearly not convinced, she asked, “Then how did you know that?”
“I noticed it.” Eddie looked straight into her crystal blue eyes as he admitted, “I notice a lot about you.”
Haley’s eyes widened and her breathing once again came in shorter pants. That blush he had been thinking about appeared just above the swell of her breasts and continued up the smooth skin of her neck. Eddie should not have added that last admission. He could blame the alcohol, but sadly, he wasn’t even feeling the slightest bit buzzed.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He did feel a strong buzzing, but it was from arousal, not from the two beers he’d pounded back. Knowing that he
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