Page 380 of Devil’s Disciples

I always slept well. A clear conscious was what my father always told me. I wondered if Goose’s full night’s sleep was a result of the bed, the sex, or the comfort he found in the intimacy we shared.

“I’m glad you slept well.”

“Breakfast?” he asked. “I need coffee.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Hour or so.”

I sat up. “Why didn’t you get up?”

“You were sleeping on my arm.”

I liked it that he didn’t bother waking me. I grinned. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He swept his legs over the edge of the bed, paused, and then stood. I took a guilty pleasure in seeing him naked. Like I was taking something from him I wasn’t entitled to. As he ambled to the bathroom, I took in every inch of his lean, muscular frame.

His butt was cute.

I tossed my hair and stood. “I don’t have a—”

“There’s one in here for you,” he said.

“Toothbrush?”

“I bought you one. Couple of other things, too.”

Anxious to see what he felt I needed, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and crept to the bathroom.

Standing at the sink closest to the door, he gestured toward the far sink. “The drawer beside the sink. There’s some stuff in there for you.”

I was surprised to find toothbrush, toothpaste, makeup wipes, face wash and lotion. I picked up the toothbrush and draped toothpaste over the bristles. “Thank you.”

“There’s body wash, shampoo, and conditioner in the shower.”

“You bought all this stuff, or was it here?”

He rinsed his mouth and wiped his face on a hand towel. “I’m kind of weird about stuff. I threw out anything that was left here. Shit like that creeps me out. All it did was make me think about him. And her. That’s all stuff I bought, just in case you took me up on my offer.”

“Why would I have not taken you up on it?”

“You’re a hard person to read,” he said.

Since meeting him, there were a thousand things I wanted to say to Goose. I’d swallowed nearly all of them.

“Well,” I said. “I’m glad you offered. I enjoyed it.”

He came closer. “Which part?”

“In order of importance, or chronological?”

“Importance.”

“The kissing. Sleeping together. The sex.”

When I finished brushing my teeth, he was inches from me. I rinsed my mouth and faced him. “What?”

He kissed me. Not like he did at the bench. It was just enough to make me tingle. Want more.