Chapter 30

But no.

He wanted to be near me.

And my heart did a little squeeze at the idea.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, moving out of the doorway, and he padded inside like he owned the joint. “You were being pretty damn dramatic, dude,” I told him as I made my way back to the bed, climbing back in and pulling up the blankets.

“What now?” I grumbled as I got back up. “Do you want water or something?” I asked, going into the bathroom and emptying the decorative glass bowl of its contents—a fancy candle and one of those oil and reed diffuser things—then washing it out, and filling it with some cold water for him.

“We good?” I asked, setting it down for him, then once again trying to go to bed.

I had one knee on the bed when there was another dramatic sigh.

“Dude, what the hell?” I grumbled just as there was a knock on my door.

Before I could even tell him to fuck off, that I was off the clock, though, the door was swinging open, and there he was. In a pair of low-slung black pajama p