What had I been thinking?
Moving the ice pack, I moan and bury my face in my pillow.
“Sadie?” Tyson calls from what sounds like downstairs.
Oh my God. I’m not ready for him to see me like this.
Stupidly, I had given him my number but didn’t get his. If I had, I would have told him to go home instead of coming to my house. He would be expecting sexy times and that was not going to happen. Not tonight or in the foreseeable future.
I hear his footsteps as he makes his way upstairs and squeeze my eyes shut. This is going to be so embarrassing.
“Hey, there you are.” He says from what must be the doorway. My eyes tighten further. “Are you okay?” I hear his footstep as he moves closer.
I can’t imagine what he’s thinking as he takes me in. I’m in only a t-shirt with the sheet pulled up to mid-thigh with an ice pack on my lady bits.
Keeping my face buried in my pillow, I nod my head.
“Um… Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly.
I feel a light, warm touch on my ankle and assume it’s his hand. It doesn’t move from its spot and we both stay silent for a moment.
“Can you talk to me? At least look at me to let me know that you’re okay.” Now he sounds worried and I don’t want him to be.
I’m worried enough for the both of us. My vagina may never work again.
Turning onto my back, I look up at him only to find Tyson’s horrified eyes aimed at said area. The ice pack must have slipped when I moved. Luckily the area is now numb or at least for the time being.
“Oh my God, Sadie. What the hell happened to you?” His eyes move from my face, down there and back again in a comical fashion or at least it would be comical if it wasn’t me.
“Surprise!” I exclaim red-faced.
Eyes wide, Tyson carefully sits next to me on the bed and brushes a few strands of hair away from my face.
“Want to tell me what happened?” He places the ice pack back on my most sensitive parts and then covers me up with the sheet.
Why does he have to be so sweet right now?
I just want him to leave so I can suffer alone and bash myself for my stupidity.
“Do I want to? No,” I shake my head. “But now that you’ve seen the damage, I guess I should explain.”
He gives me a sweet smile that makes me want to cry. God, he’s too sweet and good for me.
“You weren’t like this, this afternoon,” he rumbles with furrowed brows.
“I thought… I wanted to, I don’t know.” I shrug and look away. “Make things more interesting and thought you’d like it if I got waxed.”
“Sweet Sadie, look at me,” he coaxes.
Hesitantly I look at him to find understanding written all over his face.
“I didn’t ask you to do this, and I never would,” he shakes his head. “You’re perfect just the way you are. We’re only getting started. You don’t need to worry about making things interesting.” His eyes drift down to where the sheet is now covering me. “Is it supposed to look like that?”
“Oh God!” I throw my arm over my eyes. “Kill me now. No, it’s not supposed to look like that.”
“I didn’t think so.” He bites on his bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.
Sitting up, I throw the sheet and ice pack off and inspect myself. “It looks better,” I murmur. Some of the swelling has gone down, the redness is only about half of what it was. Thank God he didn’t see it when it was as red as a boiled lobster. Unfortunately, the rash is still there and looking angrier than ever.
“It does?” he asks dubiously.
“Yeah, you should be thankful you didn’t see it before. You’d probably be scarred for life. I’ll understand if you never want to have sex with me again after seeing… that.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Do you want to watch a movie or something? Hungry? I could make us some dinner.” He grins, looks back down, shakes his head, and then chuckles.
“What?” This was not how I expected him to act. I definitely didn’t think he’d offer to make dinner.
“For pretty much the entire day I’ve been painfully hard. I can’t tell you how many times I had to adjust myself hoping no one saw me, but now…”
“It’s gone.” I cover myself back up. First placing the ice pack back on and then the sheet.
“One hundred percent gone.” His straight brows pull together. “That’s got to be pretty fucking painful. I hate you thought you needed to do that to make things interesting for me.”
I hate how insecure I am after finding my ex-husband in bed with another man and now that I somehow found myself in a relationship with the hottest and sweetest guy in the world.
“How about if we want to make things more interesting, we talk to each other before we do anything? Deal?”
“Deal.” I lean over and place a chaste kiss to his scrumptious lips. “You’re surprisingly good at this relationship stuff. Have you had a lot of girlfriends?”
A dazzling smile spreads across his chiseled face. “It feels natural with you, but no, I haven’t had many girlfriends. Three if I count you.”
Three including me. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but I’m thankful for it.
“So, what do you say to dinner and a movie in bed? Or I can make you something and head home if that’s what you want.”
The hopeful look in his eyes said he doesn’t want to go home. Amazingly now that sex is off the table, he still wants to take care of me. I’m so not used to having a sweet man care for me.
“I’d like that very much. I’m not sure what I’ve got to make dinner,” I reply and am greeted to a blinding smile before he shoots off the bed and kisses the top of my head.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” he asks from the doorway. I shake my head in answer. “Okay, you relax and find us something to watch while I whip us up something.”
I watch his retreating form and admire his broad shoulders and tapered waist, along with his muscular legs that are hidden underneath his work clothes.
How is it that only after spending a weekend with him I was already feeling more for him than I ever had with Gerald?