"No Low, you misunderstood me," he reached out to touch me and stopped himself, "Listen to me. No one, I mean no one has ever got me so worked up with kisses alone.
You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect." Well that made me feel better. It made me feel powerful. I liked it.
I took a step toward Marcus and he laughed softly. "Don't tease me Low," he pleaded.
Sticking my lips out in a pout I frowned up at him. "Okay fine. I'll leave you alone."
Stepping around him I headed for Cage's bedroom.
"Low?"
I turned at the sound of his voice.
"Yes?"
He looked unsure and nervous. It made me want to go hug him and assure him everything was fine.
"Could you. I mean If I," he paused and took a deep breath,
"If I sleep out here on the couch would you please sleep in my bed?"
I hadn't been expecting that.
"Why?"
"Because I can't sleep knowing you're in Cage's bed." His simple explanation made me feel tingly all over.
"Okay," I replied unable to keep the silly smile off my face.
He let out a breath like he'd been holding his. "Thank you." I grinned and shrugged, "You're welcome."
"But I have to go in there and get my pajamas," I explained.
"Just get all your clothes."
I laughed, "Marcus you can't just move out onto the couch.
That wouldn't be fair. You have a nice comfortable bed in your room. You shouldn't have to sleep on the couch."
"Then sleep. Just sleep. With me, in my bed. That's what you do with Cage now right?"
"Yes but I'm not attracted to Cage."
"We'll work around that. Just please move your things to my room."
As wonderful as that sounded it also sounded as if we were moving in together. Which was the epitome of moving fast.
"Then we'll be living together? You do realize that's what it would be. That's really moving fast."
Marcus frowned and looked back at the couch.
"You're right. Okay, I'll sleep on the couch for now. Later...
when we're ready, I'll move into the bed."
"Are you sure about this," I asked.
"Yes. I want to see where this is going with us and I can't do that with you sleeping in Cage's bed every night. I want you here. But not in there," he pointed toward Cage's room.
With an explanation like that, how could I tell him no?
Chapter Twelve
Marcus
I hadn't thought through what I was going to say to Cage.
When I'd seen Will ow walking toward Cage's room my insides had clinched. I couldn't let her go crawl up in his bed. Jealousy was ugly and I had it bad where their relationship was concerned.
Standing at my bedroom door with my morning dose of caffeine I watched her sleep. She was right in the middle of my queen size bed curled up into a little ball. All I could see was all that hair spread out on my pillows. It reminded me of flames. I'd always loved to watch fires. And I was pretty damn sure I'd always love to watch Will ow sleep. Knowing when she woke up she'd be warm from my sheets and dressing in my room made the fight I was going to have on my hands as soon as Cage got home worth it.
There was a possibility he'd get so angry he'd kick me out.
But then I was banking on the fact Will ow would threaten to leave with me and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Cage wouldn't let that happen. He may be upset but he wouldn't lose her. He'd put up with whatever she forced him to put up with in order to keep her close. I didn't get their relationship at all. One minute he reminded me of a pu**y whipped guy around her and the next he acted like her damn brother. I didn't like it. He wasn't her brother. I wanted him to back off. He didn't cherish how special she was. I did.
Low began to stretch out her legs and a soft moan drifted from the bed. I watched fascinated as she raised her arms up over her head and finally her face peeked out from under the covers. Her small little manicured hands came down to rub her eyes and she yawned before finally opening her eyes and meeting my gaze. A slow sleepy smile spread across her face. I wasn't going to be able to sleep on the couch for long. Of this I was absolutely positive.
"Morning," I said pushing off from the door frame I'd been propped up against and making my way to the bed. She sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
"Good morning," came her reply, her voice still groggy from sleep.
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Sleep well?"
Grinning she nodded and reached over and took my coffee.
I watched as she put the rim to her lips on the cup and took a drink.
"You like it black?"
She shrugged, "I prefer sugar and cream but you made it look so good I thought I'd take a sip."
"And was it as good as I made it look?" She scrunched her nose, "Nope."
Chuckling I took my cup back, "I'll go make you a cup the way you like it."
I started to get up and her hand grabbed my arm stopping me.
"Wait, um... we need to talk about Cage before he gets here."
I didn't want to talk about Cage. I was going to handle it.
Alone.
"I'm going to talk to Cage."
She shook her head, "No, I don't think that's a good idea. I need to get him alone and talk to him. He'll get angry at you and possibly hit you. He won't hurt me. He'll listen to me. I can make him understand."
The idea of Will ow and Cage holed up in his bedroom for any length of time bothered me. I wasn't going to let her do this alone. I covered the hand she had on my arm with my free hand.
"Low, I started this. I didn't stay away when Cage warned me to. He's my roommate and I owe it to him to explain this.