mattress.Since Connor reached out to grab her, she pulled him down with her. He rolled so he didn’t squish her.
They faced each other. She was so close she could see all the hard-to-decipher colors in his eyes. At the moment they seemed more gray than green or blue. His eye color was as hard to pin down as the man himself.
Yet here she was, pressed against him. She could feel the beat of his heart against the palm of her hand braced on his chest. They were both wearing worn jeans but he looked much sexier in his than she did in hers.
At the moment, which seemed frozen in time, sex was all she could think about. She knew she should move but she couldn’t seem to actually do it. Would kissing him be as good as she remembered? Did she dare find out?
No, she couldn’t risk it. Not yet. Spurred by fear, she leapt off the bed as if catapulted.
“Sorry about that,” she said, determined to sound nonchalant and blasé. “I didn’t mean to squish you like a pancake.”
He got to his feet much slower than she did. “No problem. You didn’t squish me.”
Of course there was a problem as far as Marissa was concerned. A huge gigantic problem. She was still attracted to Connor. She couldn’t let him see that. So she calmly walked out of the bedroom instead of shoving him out the door like a frenzied maniac.
He looked around the living/dining area with its meager furnishings.
“So are the rest of your things in storage?” he said.
“What?”
He pointed behind her. “Your things.”
“This is everything.”
The surprised look on his face made her regret herhonesty. She didn’t want his pity, which she feared would be his next expression. So she took preemptive action by saying, “I’m into minimalism.”
“Even minimalists need a table to eat off of,” he said.
“I’m having one delivered soon.”
“I thought you said this was everything.”
“Everything that I have right now. Tomorrow I’ll have a table and chairs.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. And why do you care about my furniture, anyway? Are you Nate Berkus or something?”
“Who?”
“Never mind. Thanks for your help but I’ve got a lot of stuff to do.” Now she did rush him to the door, careful not to slam it in his face but to act totally normal.
The second he was gone, she called her sister. “Meet me on Chestnut Street. We’re getting that free dining table.”
“You’re in luck. I’m already on Chestnut Street. I was going to surprise you. I’ve already loaded the chairs.” Jess drove a hybrid SUV.
“I’ll be right there,” Marissa said, grabbing her keys.
“No need. One of the Roberts brothers is helping me. Stay put. We’ll bring the furniture later. Sometime tomorrow. We’ve got someplace else to be right now. “
“Okay. Thanks.”
Marissa spent what was left of the day finding a place for her things. Since she had more space than things, that wasn’t real hard. Still, she’d moved things around a few times until she got it the way she wanted. The bedside table on the right or the left? She moved it three times and still couldn’t decide, distracted as she was by the memory of Connor sprawled beside her on the bed.
She made the bed with the new comforter set and sheets her mom had given her as a housewarming present. There. She eyed the results with approval. This was a bed Connor had never seen…and wasn’t likely to anytime soon.
A short time later her nesting mode was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at her door.
Thinking it must be her sister with the table and chairs, she opened it without checking. An Angelo’s Pizza delivery teenager stood there. “I didn’t order a pizza,” she said.
“It’s already paid for,” he said.
“There must be some mistake.”
“No mistake, ma’am.” He handed her the pizza.
She took it while still protesting. “Who paid for it? Hold on.” She grabbed her phone off the kitchen counter and speed dialed her mom. “Did you or Dad order a
They faced each other. She was so close she could see all the hard-to-decipher colors in his eyes. At the moment they seemed more gray than green or blue. His eye color was as hard to pin down as the man himself.
Yet here she was, pressed against him. She could feel the beat of his heart against the palm of her hand braced on his chest. They were both wearing worn jeans but he looked much sexier in his than she did in hers.
At the moment, which seemed frozen in time, sex was all she could think about. She knew she should move but she couldn’t seem to actually do it. Would kissing him be as good as she remembered? Did she dare find out?
No, she couldn’t risk it. Not yet. Spurred by fear, she leapt off the bed as if catapulted.
“Sorry about that,” she said, determined to sound nonchalant and blasé. “I didn’t mean to squish you like a pancake.”
He got to his feet much slower than she did. “No problem. You didn’t squish me.”
Of course there was a problem as far as Marissa was concerned. A huge gigantic problem. She was still attracted to Connor. She couldn’t let him see that. So she calmly walked out of the bedroom instead of shoving him out the door like a frenzied maniac.
He looked around the living/dining area with its meager furnishings.
“So are the rest of your things in storage?” he said.
“What?”
He pointed behind her. “Your things.”
“This is everything.”
The surprised look on his face made her regret herhonesty. She didn’t want his pity, which she feared would be his next expression. So she took preemptive action by saying, “I’m into minimalism.”
“Even minimalists need a table to eat off of,” he said.
“I’m having one delivered soon.”
“I thought you said this was everything.”
“Everything that I have right now. Tomorrow I’ll have a table and chairs.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. And why do you care about my furniture, anyway? Are you Nate Berkus or something?”
“Who?”
“Never mind. Thanks for your help but I’ve got a lot of stuff to do.” Now she did rush him to the door, careful not to slam it in his face but to act totally normal.
The second he was gone, she called her sister. “Meet me on Chestnut Street. We’re getting that free dining table.”
“You’re in luck. I’m already on Chestnut Street. I was going to surprise you. I’ve already loaded the chairs.” Jess drove a hybrid SUV.
“I’ll be right there,” Marissa said, grabbing her keys.
“No need. One of the Roberts brothers is helping me. Stay put. We’ll bring the furniture later. Sometime tomorrow. We’ve got someplace else to be right now. “
“Okay. Thanks.”
Marissa spent what was left of the day finding a place for her things. Since she had more space than things, that wasn’t real hard. Still, she’d moved things around a few times until she got it the way she wanted. The bedside table on the right or the left? She moved it three times and still couldn’t decide, distracted as she was by the memory of Connor sprawled beside her on the bed.
She made the bed with the new comforter set and sheets her mom had given her as a housewarming present. There. She eyed the results with approval. This was a bed Connor had never seen…and wasn’t likely to anytime soon.
A short time later her nesting mode was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking at her door.
Thinking it must be her sister with the table and chairs, she opened it without checking. An Angelo’s Pizza delivery teenager stood there. “I didn’t order a pizza,” she said.
“It’s already paid for,” he said.
“There must be some mistake.”
“No mistake, ma’am.” He handed her the pizza.
She took it while still protesting. “Who paid for it? Hold on.” She grabbed her phone off the kitchen counter and speed dialed her mom. “Did you or Dad order a
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