Distracted By You: Book 1 in The Exeter Running Girls Series, стр. 22
I must have yelped as the bedroom door opened. I poked my head out of the duvet to see Tye stood in the doorway, chuckling when his eyes found me in a tumble of legs and bed covers.
“My bed not comfortable enough for you?” He walked in and let the door shut behind him.
Oh my god. It was his bed…
I looked up at what I was wearing, my legs were bare, and I was in an oversized black t-shirt that just hid my underwear. His t-shirt? It certainly wasn’t mine.
“Your room?” Oh my throat hurt from how much shouting I had done the night before.
“You don’t remember getting back here?” He walked to his desk chair, leaving me to look at him upside down. He was still annoyingly good looking, even from this odd angle. His short dark hair was messy from sleep, tufted up in places, the lightest of stubble had crept across his jaw and his cocoa eyes were bright.
“No,” I whined, trying to clear more of the sleepy dust away from my own eyes and mask the view of him that only seemed to create a longing for him in my stomach. He was barely dressed himself, with tracksuit bottoms and a tight white top. My mind drifted to what he might look like without them… Oh yeah, I should probably be thinking more about how I ended up dressed in his top! “Did we…” I let the words hang in the air, gesturing between us with my hand to fill in the gap. If we had, and I hadn’t remembered it, I was such an idiot.
“No,” this question only amused him. “Trust me, Ivy. Had we slept together I’d make sure you’d remember it,” he winked, that customary glint in his eye. Oh those words sent tingles through my stomach and lower. I was beginning to recognise his pattern – he coupled anything flirtatious with a wink, softening any meaning to nothing more than a joke. Why did he have to wink? Why not just mean the flirtation?
“I don’t remember a lot from last night,” I sat up, pulling the duvet with me to hide my bare legs. “Is this yours?” I gestured to the top I had on, pulling at the baggy shoulders.
“Yeah, you said you’d be too uncomfortable in your jeans.”
“Oh god,” I buried my head in a mound of duvet, face planting and hiding my blushing cheeks. “Well, might as well hear all of it at once. Did I do anything else stupidly embarrassing last night?”
“Depends what you rate as ‘stupidly embarrassing.’”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you walked into the men’s bathroom when we were at the club.”
“Oh for god’s sake,” I kept my head in the duvet. It could have been worse, I could have poured my heart out to Tye – that really would have been my crowning moment of embarrassment for the year.
“You got anywhere to be today?”
“Saturday, so no,” I sat up and looked at him. “Why?”
“Stay here,” he leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Here?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“Yeah, keep me company. Besides, we haven’t yet done tv and cake, which I believe was also on your list from yesterday.” He walked back to the bedroom door. “Breakfast in five. Oh and Savannah keeps some wash stuff in the bathroom if you want it.”
After the door shut, I scrambled to a mirror. It seemed Ivy had done a runner in the middle of the night to be replaced by a panda! I wiped frantically at the black smudges around my eyes.
Chapter 8
“Had enough cake?”
“Yes, if I eat any more my tummy will look like a beach ball,” I tried to balance my plate on my stomach to demonstrate my point.
“Like that could ever happen,” Tye took the plate from me and wandered over to the kitchen to deposit it with the other dishes in the sink.
We had spent most of the day talking, watching tv and eating. In the back of my head, there was a nag I should be back at halls doing coursework. I had a feeling it was my mother’s voice, but I wasn’t listening to it. I was listening to the part of me that wanted to be with Tye, to the part where my nerves, those little people in my stomach started jiving when he smiled at me.
Tye’s phone stared buzzing from its place on the glass coffee table in front of the settee.
“Tye, your phone is ringing.”
He turned back from the kitchen island and used the back of the settee to vault into his seat. He leaned forward to the phone then his hand froze over the screen as his eyes danced across the contact’s name.
He suddenly sat back into the cushions and let the phone ring out, his hands rested on his thighs as he watched the phone buzz. When it stopped, he said nothing, so I nudged his leg with my foot from where I was curled up in the other corner of the large settee.
“Who was that?” I asked softly, aware how dark his gaze had turned.
“My dad,” he answered, opening the phone, and deleting the notification of the missed call.
“You don’t want to talk to him?”
“No,” he put the phone down again and trained his eyes on the tv, not really looking at the moving pictures. I kept my eyes on him. A muscle twitched in his jaw with tension. I felt the urge to brush that tension away with a kiss, so instead I grasped tightly to the cushion I was sat on, ensuring I wouldn’t move.
“Tye?” I waited until he turned to look at me from the tv. “Is everything