Resist Me (Change Me Book One - standalone): McCoy Raven Boys by A.O. Peart Page B

genuinely interested in everything. Little exclamations of awe and surprise escaped her from time to time. She was either easily impressed, or a very good actress. But I leaned toward the former, because there was a certain degree of an undeniable honesty with which she acted.  
    We went up the stairs to the second floor. I pointed to the two doors on the right from the staircase, “Here are the bedrooms. Mine is that one. You will stay in this one,” I indicated the room to the left and then the door on the right. “There is one more bedroom.” I pointed to the room on the opposite side of the stairs. “But it’s the smallest, so you would be more comfortable in the one I chose for you. And here’s the bathroom.” I walked up to it and pushed the door open.  
    She nodded and peeked inside. I was glad the bathroom was clean. Colton knew better than leave a mess in my cabin. If he did, I wouldn’t let him come here with his girlfriend again. I liked the whole place neat and orderly—it must’ve been the military training that instilled that in me.  
    “We’re gonna share it. Sorry, there is only one bathroom upstairs, but you’re welcome to use one on the first floor,” I explained.  
    “I’m sure we’ll manage.”
    No fuss, no arguments—I liked that. I actually liked that a lot. Easygoing women were rare. Although, she wasn’t here for any other purpose than to hide and be safe. I kept reminding myself that. Damn, that was going to be hard, especially because I enjoyed her company more and more, despite trying hard to stay indifferent to her.  
    I showed her the linen closet with clean towels and sheets. We went to see both bedrooms, and she smiled wide when we entered the one it was hers. It was a good size room, with a large window that let in a lot of morning sun. Like all the other rooms in the cabin, this one had an awesome view of the Lake.  
    Lisbeth walked up to the window and stood, mesmerized. “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered.  
    I stood next to her, more interested in watching her than the water and the boats. “It is.” I nodded, thinking really of her and not of the Lake. “Okay, you must be hungry.” I needed a distraction.  
    “Show me your bedroom,” she said.  
    “Sure. It has the same view as this one.”
    I let her enter first, walking in behind her. I painted the walls of this room in soft beige and kept the bedding colors in dark-brown with lighter-brown accents. There were no knickknacks anywhere in here, but I had a large, framed photo of my whole family with three generations of the McCoys. My parents kept complaining about the lack of grandkids, since none of their sons was eager to get hitched and start their own family. All my cousins were quite young too and still single. We were all in our twenties; a couple were in college and the rest of us worked.  
    Lisbeth walked past my bed, running her hand over the dark wood of the footboard. It was a solid, large bed that used to belong to one of my grandmothers—just like that wood burning stove in the kitchen. I loved old stuff, especially if it came from the family.  
    She glanced at me and then quickly away. But that quick glimpse was enough to send a heat wave through me. That bed of mine has never looked as inviting.
    “Let’s go to the kitchen.” I walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I hoped she would follow, because if I had to enter that room again and see her hand caressing the bed, I would lose it. I would throw her down onto the covers and fuck her senseless, no matter the consequences.  
    “We need to bring some food from the garage,” I told her when she joined me downstairs.  
    “Sure.”
    Lisbeth helped me carry our groceries into the kitchen. She put some of it into the fridge and some on the shelves of my tiny pantry. There wasn’t much in there, since I only visited the cabin from time to time. But it was enough for me—a few basics, including enough of a non-perishable