It isn’t easy going home – not when HE’S there.
How couldn’t I love him? His blond hair, tousled from his football helmet, the muscles rippling along his quarterback shoulders, the way he looks at me when we pass each other half-clothed in the hallway in the middle of the night…
His eyes, exposing me. Baring me. Stripping me down to nothing but skin and desire.
I’ve never wanted anything like I wanted him to cross the distance between us.
I can’t act on this lust, can’t say anything. It would destroy our family.
But I’m only human. And he’s sleeping in the room next door…
I’m happy to see her, of course.
But it’s hard to ignore the feeling she ignites in my chest.
Once upon a time, that used to be enough. But not anymore.
Now, when she looks at me and bites her lower lip, desire flashing through her eyes, I worry that I will lose control. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself from doing what we both want – making her mine.
The problem is, she’s mine already.
And she’s sleeping in the room next door.