Part 12 (1/2)
”Sleeping?”
He grins. ”Doesn't look like it.”
”You woke me,” I lie.
He raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest and making a tsking sound.
I frown. ”What?”
”I thought lying was a sin. A good Christian girl like yourself should know-”
”Oh my G.o.d,” I groan.
”My Lord indeed,” he shakes his head dramatically.
”Seriously, what are you doing here?”
”What were you reading?” He nods up at the book still clutched in one hand.
”Nothing.”
”Let me guess, Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul?”
”My father's a preacher, not me.”
”My second guess was The Bible.”
”Wrong. Way off.”
”Now that sounds scandalous.”
I blush.
”A dirty romance book?”
My face wrinkles. ”Eww, no.”
”Nothing with Lord Greyson of the throbbing member tearing Abigail's bodice off?”
My face goes red. ”No, it's a cla.s.sic.”
”Moby d.i.c.k?”
He smirks as he stresses the second word.
”Are you always so gross?”
”It's a constant struggle. Look, could we continue this conversation without a fifteen foot vertical divide between us?”
”So I should leave my bed at twelve o'clock in the morning to go out with a strange man?”
”You make me sound like serial killer.”
I roll my eyes.
”C'mon.”
”No. It's late and I have to sleep.”
”I thought you were reading.”
I purse my lips and he grins.
And all I can think about is the other night...the thoughts he brings up in me. I don't need him here, not at night, not with that wicked look in his eyes.
There's a sharp snore from my parents' room, and I stiffen. ”Hang on.”
What am I doing.
What the heck am I doing?
I pull on a sweats.h.i.+rt and shorts, skipping down the stairs and out the back door.
Rowan immediately hands me a beer; I shake my head.
”I thought you were h.e.l.l-bent on showing me you weren't the girl I thought you were.”
I am h.e.l.l bent, if I keep letting the sorts of thoughts I've been having about him take hold in my mind.
”Fine.”
He cracks the beer and hands it to me. ”What were you reading?”
”Abelard and Heloise, if you must know.”
He makes a face.
”It's a story about-”
”No, I know what it is, I just think of the poor guy getting his d.i.c.k cut off and cringe.”
I sigh. ”Well thanks for ruining the ending.”
”Oh, s.h.i.+t. Sorry.”
I look up and grin at him. ”Just kidding. I've read it a bunch.”
He grins back.
”And I think it was just his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es that get cut off.”