Page 43 of Unwrapping Love

But she had to before she left because if her body repulsed him with the scars and the devices, then she wanted to know before she moved to California to live with him.

She wouldn’t do that only to find out it wouldn’t work and be stuck so close by and know she couldn’t have him.

Not that she knew why she was even thinking of those thoughts after five days of knowing him.

But they’d been living together. No distractions from the outside world other than Rowan doing some work a few hours a day.

She’d clean or watch TV, cook, go play pool and try to get better.

She didn’t want to admit she was going stir crazy either since she normally was on the go.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Her head turned from where her eyes were glued to the TV but not really seeing anything.

“Nothing,” she said. “Watching TV.”

“I can hear your brain working and you can’t sit still.”

Guess she hadn’t realized that. She turned to look at him. “I want a kiss.”

“You don’t need to ask,” he said, laughing, his mouth landing on hers. She put her arms around him, held on tight and let him work his magic.

Every time he touched her, an internal match was lit. She hoped she did the same to him.

She was positive she did, but he hadn’t once made a move to do more than kiss her, or lie on top of her on the couch while they did it.

Didn’t ask her to go to his room. Nothing.

After a minute of their tongues swirling, she let out a groan. Half for arousal, the other frustration.

“Now what is wrong?” he asked, pushing back. There was humor in his eyes.

If she couldn’t be honest with him now, how were they going to live together?

“Is kissing all you want to do?”

“Fuck no,” he said. “But I’m not being a dick and pushing you either.”

Her shoulders slumped. “That’s what is holding you back?”

“Sweetie, if I had my way, you would have been naked in my bed the first night we were here.”

She laughed. “I might not have had the strength to tell you no.”

He ran his hand down the side of her face. “I know. I’m pretty irresistible that way.”

She rolled her eyes. His hair was a little tousled from running his fingers through it earlier on a call for work. He seemed frustrated, but didn’t get angry.

The long-sleeved cotton shirt he had on hugged his body and she was pretty sure he did that to tease her.

She might have been thinking the same with her outfit.

Leggings and a fitted shirt that she’d bought and hadn’t realized it wasn’t baggier than it was.

“You are,” she said. “You really are waiting for me to make the move?”

“Yes,” he said. “Listen, Saylor. We are up on a mountain and no one is around. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re pressured to do anything you don’t want to. We’ve known each other five days, but it feels like five months.”