Page 75 of With Spite

I snuggled deeper into the heat of him, not quite on top of him, but not not on top of him either.

My legs were pulled up to my chest and resting sideways against his torso.

My face was pressed against the inside of his bicep where it rested along the back of the couch cushion behind me.

His legs were stretched out on the ottoman, and the couch sort of pushed me toward him slightly so that most of my left side was touching him.

I was warm and snuggly and had the biggest blanket on me from his bed.

It was like a drug.

A sweet, warm drug that I was about to succumb to.

The last thing I remembered was his hand going to my hair and tangling into the long locks.

When next I woke, it was still dark out, but I had a pressing need to use the bathroom.

And since I’d used the bathroom each time he was out of the room today, seeing as it was wide open for anyone to see, I hesitated to get up.

However, my bladder protested the hesitation, and eventually I got up to use the bathroom anyway.

When I was done, I wondered if I should flush it.

It would be loud and maybe wake him up.

“Just flush.”

My cheeks heated.

He’d heard.

How embarrassing.

At least it was only pee…

I flushed, washed my hands, and walked back to him grumbling, “Whose idea was it to not put a wall in for the bathroom at least?”

“Mine.” He chuckled. “Never planned on having anyone up here.”

That feeling of warmth was back.

Also, for once in my life, I was slightly overheated.

I could count on one hand the times in my life that I’d felt like this.

“Can I borrow your shirt?”

I heard rustling as I scooted closer, and then felt the fabric brush my hand.

I laid it on the couch next to me, still unable to see much of anything, then stripped.

When I was in my panties and nothing else, I slipped his t-shirt on and tried to slip back into the cocoon I’d come from earlier.

When I placed my hand onto the couch to scoot back in, I felt nothing but a hard wall of muscle.

Hux had shifted when he’d taken off the shirt, and now he was stretched lengthwise on the couch with his head resting on the cushion that I’d been using as a pillow.

I pressed my hand to the couch, trying to find a place to go, and ended up hitting bare skin.