Page 5 of Lumberjack Bonfire Kisses

“My ass can’t fit on the couch, and I won’t let you do it, but there’s only one bed.”

She looked at the couch, wincing at how uncomfortable it looked to sleep on and then sighed.

“Well, we’re adults, right, we can handle sharing a bed?”

I lifted a brow at her, not sure that having her that close to me would be a good idea because having her scent wrapped around me like that would for sure give me constant hard-ons, and I didn’t need to freak her out that way. Or that soon.

Yeah, this one bed bullshit was going to be fun on levels I didn’t want to think about.

Chapter 3

Cuddle Make It Better

“It will be okay,” I said, finally finishing my meal.

Though did I believe that?

Not at all.

I knew my body, knew that this man was the one crush I had. That sleeping next to him would probably do things to me I didn’t want to think about. Nor did I want him to see that.

And there was also the whole self-conscience thing. In my head, I was a whale, and I would make the bed dip, and I didn’t want to do that to him.

But would I voice any of that out loud?

Not by a long shot!

“Yeah, of course it will. Do you have anything else that you need to grab?”

“No. I brought in my bag.” I glanced at it by the door. “I wasn’t sure how long I would be here, but figured if I was by myself, I could wear clothes again and no one would say anything.”

He chuckled.

“I won’t say anything. I have quite a few sweats though, so you can wear those if you want? I won’t complain. Might be really sexy to see you in my stuff.”

I wanted to come back with some retort, but I knew I couldn’t. Not when his eyes were gleaming in such a manner that me nearly choking on just air.

Damn him for doing this to me. It wasn’t fair.

“Thanks,” I muttered, finally standing up to grab myself.

The day was long and taxing, and I was more than ready to head off to bed.

“Justice?” he said, grabbing my arm gently before I could walk by him. I turned, merely lifting my brows in question. “You did nothing wrong. Today was a shitshow for you and I’m sorry. If I could take any of it back, I would. But know, really know, this isn’t on you. That ex of yours was just a douche and you did good in leaving him. And I’ll be here, every day, to make sure you’re smiling again.”

How did one not swoon at that? I mean, he was a cutie, a softie, a big ol’ lumberjack of a man, and yet, he still wanted to make me smile.

“What’s going on with your cabin?”

“Repairs. I can build them around this town like crazy, but fixing some of the things within it, not my best wheelhouse skill.”

“I guess that explains it. I’m going to shower and then change; do you need anything?”

“Nope, I’m good. Showered before you walked in. Which was why I was naked.”

“Huh,” I said, walking over to grab my bag. “It wasn’t a bad view, Eddie.”

He turned around so quickly as I started walking down the hallway, I couldn’t help but smile to myself over it.