I nod. “I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say. “I’m really tired.”
“My sister is coming early tomorrow. You should get some sleep. She’s really excited to spend the day with you.”
“Yeah. I am too. Thanks Dillon. For everything.”
“I’m glad you had fun. I want you to feel comfortable with me. If there’s anything you ever need, just let me know.”
I need him to hold me. I want him to hold me again so bad. I stand from the couch and start towards the stairs but, I really don’t want to be alone, so I turn back to him.
“Dillon?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you sit with me again?”
He doesn’t say a word. He just follows me up the stairs and lets me curl up in the blanket and then sits next to me on the bed.
“You can lay down. You don’t have to sit.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He lowers his body onto the bed and lays facing me. Our bodies are so close. He reaches over and uses one finger to move a strand of hair off of my face. The touch causes my eyes to flutter closed.
“Sleep Amy. You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be right here.”
I do. I sleep straight through the rest of the night and get a solid five hours of sleep. I haven’t slept for that long in years. I wasn’t afraid. I felt protected and at peace with him next to me.
I awaken early in the morning to a horrible sound in my ear that is a combination of whistling and humming. I feel a blanket of warmth against my back. I slowly blink my eyes open and let them adjust to the sunlight filling the room. Dillon is holding me. His body is pressed against my back, his face against my neck, his hand draped over my hip, resting on my bare skin where my shirt has ridden up. My stomach tightens and a soft sigh escapes my lips. I hold myself completely still and close my eyes, absorbing the sensations of his touch and his body pressed against me.
“Good morning,” he says in his sleepy voice. I feel his warm breath tickling my ear as he talks. His hand gently squeezes my hip.
“Morning,” I barely squeak out.
I feel him harden behind me, against my ass. I have a strong desire to push myself into him, but instead I squeeze my thighs together to squelch the need. He finally pulls away from me and I let out all the air my lungs were holding.
“How did you sleep?” he asks as he jumps off the bed.
I turn to him and can’t help where my eyes immediately fall. His sleep pants are tented. It’s a big tent.
“Um, good. I slept really good.” When I tear my gaze away from his pants and look back up at him, he has a glimmer in his eyes and he’s holding back a smile.
CHAPTER 11
Amy
Laney is overwhelming. She talks fast and loud. She draws images with her hands as she talks. She’s colorful. Her clothes are bright. She wears a lot of makeup and her hair is long with different shades of browns and reds.
“So, I thought we could go into town and visit the salon. We can grab a coffee and get our hair and nails done. Then we can browse the book store. Dillon told me you like to read too. Then I thought we could hit this cute boutique. You’ll love it. Then we can have lunch.”
“Slow down Laney. You’re scaring the shit out of her,” Dillon says over his bowl of cereal.
“No, it’s okay.” I’m really excited. This will be my first day out with a girlfriend. Ever.
“Get a phone while you’re out.” He lifts his hips from his chair to dig his wallet out of the back of his pants, I’m not sure exactly why, but I feel a buzz in my belly watching him. He passes me a green plastic card.
“No, you don’t have to do that.” I try to hand it back but he glares at me.
“I want to. I’ll feel better knowing you have a phone.”
“Thanks.” I don’t argue.
“Get whatever you need. Clothes. Girl shit. Whatever.”
“Thanks Dillon.” I fight back the tears starting to surface. He barely knows me and he’s done so much for me. Thank you just doesn’t seem like enough.
“Be careful!” he yells at us as we head for the door.
“We will!” Laney yells over her shoulder then giggles while pulling me out the door.
As we drive away from the ranch, my stomach tightens, it is like a sick tightening. My heart is beating fast and my body starts trembling. I think I might be having some of sort of panic attack. I try to take a few deep breaths to calm my breathing but it’s not working.
“Are you okay?” Laney asks.
“I think I’m just a little panicky.”
“Try to relax and breathe. Think about something calming, like soothing sounds or maybe the horses. That always works for me.”