was right. One night hadn’t
been enough. She wasn’t sure ten nights in a row would be.
Last night was more than sex whether she wanted to admit it or not. Dane was touching a
part of her that she hadn’t been prepared for him to have access to. Now she was longing for
something she knew may not be possible. This was just a trial relationship so she couldn’t get her
hopes up. Dane was bound to come to his senses and realize she wasn’t the woman he thought she
was. Wanting to push the negative thoughts away, she closed her eyes. After what she and Dane
shared together in the bed there was no space for them.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand informed her that it was 10:05 a.m. Way past time
for her to get up. There wasn’t anything on her agenda for the rest of the day, but lounging around
with Dane wasn’t an option. It was very tempting to remain in bed and wait for him to come back,
however, her bladder had other ideas. Crawling out of bed, she made her way toward the bathroom,
avoiding the mirror at all cost, recalling her last experience with it. A smile came to her face when
she spotted the extra toothbrush towel lying on the counter. He was thoughtful as usual.
Stepping into the shower, she allowed the warm water to push thoughts of sleep from her
mind. Once she finished, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped the drying towel around her body,
and bravely made her way to the mirror. Either the shower helped or she hadn’t looked as bad as
she originally thought. Bayleigh opened the toothbrush he left out for her. While she brushed her
teeth, she tried to figure out what she was going to do with her hair. She opened up the drawer to
her right, finding a hairbrush and comb on her first try. Her hair had been down for their date last
night. The night she spent with Dane left it untamed to say the least.
Bayleigh brushed her hair back until it was presentable before she left the bathroom and
made her way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, she looked at her dress. Dane had folded it neatly but
she wasn’t ready to put it back on. That would indicate she was ready to leave. She should be, but
she wasn’t. Her gaze went to a door that had to be his closet. Dane wouldn’t mind if she borrowed
something to wear.
She slipped a red T-shirt over her head. Red was a color she liked on him. The color brought
out the greenness of his eyes. Hopefully he would like the color on her just as much. Her eyes
searched for her panties. When she didn’t find them, she realized they were still in the living room.
Bayleigh smiled as she headed toward the muffled noise he was making in the kitchen. For as
long as she had known him, he had been a morning person. Not that she wasn’t, she just seemed to
be most alert in the afternoon. When she entered the kitchen, a flutter traveled through her. Dane
sat at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. He wore a pair of sweatpants and
nothing else. She watched him for a few minutes, taking in everything about him, wondering what it
would be like to wake up this way every morning. Her eyes widened at the outrageous thought. It
would only lead to disappointment if she weren’t careful. Clearing her expression, she stepped
further into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she whispered, walking toward the coffeepot that was calling her name.
“Good morning,” he responded as he lowered the paper so he could see her. The smile on
his face made her toes curl.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did. How about you?”
Dane set the paper down before coming to join her at the counter. “I slept very well.
Although waking up next to you was the best part.”
Bayleigh ducked her head, flustered at the tenderness in his voice, the meaning behind his
words.
“I wanted to wake you but you look so comfortable I decided not to.” He handed her a
mug. “Cream, sugar?”
She nodded and he slid the canisters toward her. “I guess
been enough. She wasn’t sure ten nights in a row would be.
Last night was more than sex whether she wanted to admit it or not. Dane was touching a
part of her that she hadn’t been prepared for him to have access to. Now she was longing for
something she knew may not be possible. This was just a trial relationship so she couldn’t get her
hopes up. Dane was bound to come to his senses and realize she wasn’t the woman he thought she
was. Wanting to push the negative thoughts away, she closed her eyes. After what she and Dane
shared together in the bed there was no space for them.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand informed her that it was 10:05 a.m. Way past time
for her to get up. There wasn’t anything on her agenda for the rest of the day, but lounging around
with Dane wasn’t an option. It was very tempting to remain in bed and wait for him to come back,
however, her bladder had other ideas. Crawling out of bed, she made her way toward the bathroom,
avoiding the mirror at all cost, recalling her last experience with it. A smile came to her face when
she spotted the extra toothbrush towel lying on the counter. He was thoughtful as usual.
Stepping into the shower, she allowed the warm water to push thoughts of sleep from her
mind. Once she finished, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped the drying towel around her body,
and bravely made her way to the mirror. Either the shower helped or she hadn’t looked as bad as
she originally thought. Bayleigh opened the toothbrush he left out for her. While she brushed her
teeth, she tried to figure out what she was going to do with her hair. She opened up the drawer to
her right, finding a hairbrush and comb on her first try. Her hair had been down for their date last
night. The night she spent with Dane left it untamed to say the least.
Bayleigh brushed her hair back until it was presentable before she left the bathroom and
made her way to the bed. Sitting on the edge, she looked at her dress. Dane had folded it neatly but
she wasn’t ready to put it back on. That would indicate she was ready to leave. She should be, but
she wasn’t. Her gaze went to a door that had to be his closet. Dane wouldn’t mind if she borrowed
something to wear.
She slipped a red T-shirt over her head. Red was a color she liked on him. The color brought
out the greenness of his eyes. Hopefully he would like the color on her just as much. Her eyes
searched for her panties. When she didn’t find them, she realized they were still in the living room.
Bayleigh smiled as she headed toward the muffled noise he was making in the kitchen. For as
long as she had known him, he had been a morning person. Not that she wasn’t, she just seemed to
be most alert in the afternoon. When she entered the kitchen, a flutter traveled through her. Dane
sat at the table with a cup of coffee and the morning paper. He wore a pair of sweatpants and
nothing else. She watched him for a few minutes, taking in everything about him, wondering what it
would be like to wake up this way every morning. Her eyes widened at the outrageous thought. It
would only lead to disappointment if she weren’t careful. Clearing her expression, she stepped
further into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” she whispered, walking toward the coffeepot that was calling her name.
“Good morning,” he responded as he lowered the paper so he could see her. The smile on
his face made her toes curl.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did. How about you?”
Dane set the paper down before coming to join her at the counter. “I slept very well.
Although waking up next to you was the best part.”
Bayleigh ducked her head, flustered at the tenderness in his voice, the meaning behind his
words.
“I wanted to wake you but you look so comfortable I decided not to.” He handed her a
mug. “Cream, sugar?”
She nodded and he slid the canisters toward her. “I guess
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