Chapter Fourteen

I shower using Jaxon’s über-masculine body gel and emerge from the bathroom smelling like him.

Like lies and deceit.

And I love it.

It takes me forever to choose a nightgown because they’re all so…so…tiny. I cannot even begin to describe how uncomfortable I feel in the short, pink silk nightgown and lace boy shorts I settle on. I feel exposed and awkward.

For a moment, I contemplate using a needle to undo the stitches in the hem of the gown to get that extra half inch of length, but considering the thing is just barely below my butt cheeks, I figure it won’t make that much of a difference. I bury myself under the sheets in Jaxon’s bed instead.

A little too late, I realize there’s no telly in the room. Crap! How does he not have a telly in his bedroom?! How can I possibly fall asleep in here?

Starting to panic, I glance wildly around the room, rethinking my decision. Collin is normal. He’s got a telly in his room, and he keeps it on for me. Jaxon’s not normal. He has Hulk hands instead of a damn telly.

Nope. Nope. This arrangement won’t work. No matter how badly I want to be kissed by Jaxon. He’s a closet geek who doesn’t keep a telly in his bedroom.

I swing out of bed, grab my cell phone from the nightstand, and flee from the room like a bat in daylight.

Two at a time, I take the stairs up to Collin’s room. Ah, blessed telly!

The panic disburses in one long exhalation as I clamber onto Collin’s ridiculously high bed, snatch up the remote, and bring the telly to life.

We all have fears. Some are rational. Most aren’t. But both can be detrimental to our purpose. Sure, moving back to Collin’s room will be a setback to getting the music box, but my peace of mind is far more valuable.

Or so I think.