Page 53 of Bridesmaid for Hire
I hate it because I shouldn’t be sleeping this well next to a guy I should hate. A guy that I do hate.
I shouldn’t be comfortable around him, in bed.
My skin should be crawling as I slip under the sheets.
The smell of his freshly soaped body and warm skin shouldn’t lull me to sleep.
I should loathe every second this man is next to me, especially after what he said last night.
But with Brody, there is only comfort. A peaceful ease that flows through me when he’s near, when we’re both in this bed, sleeping.
I want to say it’s the resort.
The sound of the waves.
The smell of the ocean breeze.
The softness of this pillow…
I mean, it’s a really nice pillow. I snuggle in closer, letting my head sink into the plush—
“Ahem.”
I open my eyes, dread filling me as I look up toward the bumpyplane of washboard abs, thick pecs, and the confused look of Brody McFadden.
For God’s sake!
I shoot up from his crotch, where I’ve once again been snuggling, swat at my face, trying to rid the feel of him off my skin.
“Two days in a row. Care to explain?” he asks as he places both of his arms behind his head.
Yeah, care to explain what your perverted problem is, Maggie? Because as far as I’m concerned, there is a serious issue, one that I’m not sure could ever be fixed.
“I’m not used to sleeping with people,” I say as I bolt out of bed, making sure all boobs are covered and accounted for—they are—before I grab my phone and step outside, shutting the door behind me.
God, how humiliating.
I drag my hand over my face as I try to calm my racing heart. Last night, he made it quite clear, just like he did at Gary’s wedding, that I’m pretty much not worth his time. And here I am, the little sister, waking up with my face buried in his dick.
He must think I’m so pathetic.
Needy.
The nagging little sister that no one wants around.
I rub my eye with the palm of my hand.
It’s fine, Maggie.
You’re fine.
You have weird sleeping habits, but everything is fine.
No need to get overly self-conscious like every other time you’ve been around this man. Hold your head high and own it.
Yes, I sleep with my head in your crotch. Deal with it!
Tilting my chin up and feigning confidence, I open my emails on my phone to see if I won some of the bids I put in for.
