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Five o’clock a.m.
It was set to classical music, which I found soothing in the morning.
Even if it felt like I’d only had two hours of sleep, and what had occurred the night before came instantly to me with how heavy my eyes felt—not to mention my heart—I rolled from my side to my back.
I didn’t make it all the way because I ran into something.
Something solid.
Something warm.
I stilled, except for my head, which I slowly, very slowly, turned in order to look over my shoulder.
It was before dawn. There was only a shadow there.
But even if I’d never seen the man beside me in my bed in shadow (or otherwise), I knew that shadow.
Javi was lying in bed with me.
“Uncool,” he grunted.
His voice sounding in the silence kickstarted me. I scurried to jump off the bed, but didn’t make it very far before an arm hooked around my belly, I was turned to my side, facing Javi, and he clamped down on me.
And I mean clamped.
With that arm tight around me, a heavy leg thrown over both of mine, and my front pressed to his.
Okay, I’d had many a thought about how this might feel, and some of them came with a certain piece of equipment in my hand.
But not even my wildest imaginings were as good as the real thing.
“Umm…” I mumbled because he might feel great but…
What the heck!
“I texted you last night, and you blew me off,” he declared.
“You’re in my bed,” I whispered, my voice communicating the depths of my shock, which ran so deep, if you followed it, you’d end up treading water in the Indian Ocean.
“Do I have your attention?” he asked.
He so completely did.
“You can’t not have my attention,” I pointed out.
“Goal attained,” he replied.
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
“Gave you until midnight to respond. You didn’t. Took me about ten to get here, so around ten after midnight. Found you asleep, decided our shit should probably be worked out after some rest with clear heads, so I hunkered down to wait.”
I would not get stuck on the fact he lived only ten minutes away from me, something that gave me a stupid thrill.
Instead, I asked, “You broke into my house?”
“You didn’t answer my knock.”
In other words, he broke into my house!