is okay… ?”
Umm, yeah. “Do you even have to ask?” I slipped into his arms and tipped back my head. “You are not going to believe the kind of day I had.”
He pressed his lips to my right temple and then to my left. “Sophie sort of filled me in. Sounded…like a typical day with my sister.”
Good, because I wasn’t sure I had the energy for a play by play of the freakish events. “Remind me to say no next time she wants to hang out.”
He laughed. The sound was a dark zap to the gut—the good, tingling kind.
I yawned. A big, unholy yawn.
“You’re tired. I won’t stay long.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
The problem was that I didn’t want him to leave, but he was right about one thing: I was practically asleep on my feet—and it was entirely Lukas’s fault. If Lukas needed to talk to me, he was going to have to find other means besides hijacking my dreams. It was wreaking havoc on my life. My grades were slipping and my aunt was counting on me to help out at the shop. In short, I needed my beauty rest, and Lukas was just going to have to accept that or I would push him out if I had to.
I pulled out of Gavin’s arms, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. Resting a hand on the banister, I turned around. “I was just going to bed. You coming?”
He angled his head, and then his lips stretched into a grin. “Thought you’d never ask.”
I paused , waiting for him, and then I slipped my fingers through his as we climbed the stairs, hand in hand. Even as exhausted as I was, I felt giddy. Gavin, in my bedroom, alone—dream come true. And way overdue. We really hadn’t had any “quality time ” together, if you get my drift. I was in need of some serious lip-locking.
Pushing him inside my room, I shut the door behind us , softly clicking the lock in place. Insurance, just in case Aunt Clara decided to check on me. I kicked off my shoes. “God, it feels like forever since I’ve seen a bed.”
Gavin backed into the room grinning with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I really hope that is code for something naughty.”
Gathering the ends of my sweater, I raised a brow. His blue eyes deepened, and I lifted my shirt over my head. “Not tonight, Slick,” I said, the corners of my lips curving. I had a tank top on underneath. The teasing had been fun; however, there was a good chance it would backfire on me.
Forcing myself not to laugh at his down -turned lips, I climbed into bed. Gavin slipped under the covers, turning on his side to face me. I closed my eyes, breathing in his warmth. He ran a hand through my tangled hair. I normally brushed it before going to bed, but tonight I was even too drained to do my nighttime routine.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that the twinkle in his eyes had faded. “You need to be more careful.”
Not this speech again.
I had a pretty decent size bed. When it was just me, I felt like I was swimming in space and blankets, but the moment Gavin got in, it suddenly seemed small. His feet touched the edge of the bed and Lunar was having none of this sharing. He meowed at us, raised his tail, and left for a more spacious place to doze.
I shifted, resting my head on my hands to meet his stare. “Nothing happened.” Unless you counted Janessa’s creepy freak-out.
His arms slid behind his head. “True , but it got me thinking. I should have gone with you. Nowhere is safe anymore, not with your description on every witch’s Most Wanted.”
“There is no way for you to be by my side 24-7.”
“Wanna bet,” he challenged, going He-Man on me.
I found it kind of hot, but stil l, his idea of being my shadow was out of the question. “I don’t need a bodyguard.”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “That is exactly what you need.”
I huffed. “I take it you’ve been giving this a lot of thought?”
“It’s been on my mind a time or two, between trying to weasel information. ”
“And what about you? It’ s okay for you to go gallivanting in what is
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