He sounded startled, not angry, so I squeaked out, "I'm scared."
He rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Do you want to sleep in here, then?"
I nodded sheepishly, and he pulled me into his arms. Falling back against the pillows, I wiggled under the covers and nestled up against his bare chest.
I have to say I was relieved to discover he was wearing some kind of bottoms, since I hadn't considered how I'd ever be able to sleep if Sebastian had been wearing nothing at all.
Sebastian. Wearing. Nothing. At. All.
Those were my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep, snuggling with my new friend, Sebastian Kain.
Chapter Four
Acorn Attack!
I awoke the next morning in a bed devoid of Sebastian.
Where was that wily guy? The clock told me it was only six thirty. Activities with the campers didn't begin until ten, so we could have slept more if we'd wanted.
Sebastian hadn't, though, and now I didn't want to either.
I hopped out of bed, ready to start the day with an early morning hike.
Wow, I was never this energetic this early in the day. It had to be due to my restful sleep with Sebastian.
And that made me wonder…. Maybe the gang would be up for watching parts three and four of Friday the 13th sometime this week. Bring on the marathon of fright if it meant me getting to sleep in Sebastian's bed again, where I'd wake up the next day feeling like a million bucks.
After I showered, I threw on my cute Camp Glen Hollow regulation tee and shorts, and then headed down to the kitchen to toast a bagel for breakfast. I needed some carbs to prep for my planned hike.
Sebastian returned just as the bagel popped up in the toaster. He sauntered into the room, looking delicious in running shorts and no shirt, even as he swiped away sweat from his brow. His morning workout had him all flushed and his muscles were bulging.
"Ooh, someone was working out this morning," I observed.
"Sure was," he replied, eyeing the bagel I was now buttering. "I had an amazing run."
"Mmm," I murmured. "I was thinking I could use a little exercise myself. I was planning on a hike to start the day."
The guy looked so über hot, his body pumped from exertion, that I couldn't help but imagine how much more rewarding a workout in a bed with Sebastian would probably be, instead of a silly ole hike.
I stared at his body for a beat too long, and I was promptly busted.
"Brooks, are you okay?"
The accompanying raised brow told me he knew what had distracted me—him and his too-hot-for-words body.
"Just peachy," I retorted as I turned away and bit into half of my buttered bagel.
Sebastian snickered, and then the bastard slyly grabbed the other half of my bagel.
"Hey," I protested. "That's mine!"
I tried to grab the half of a bagel back, but Sebastian was much too fast. He ended up taking a bite. When he saw my crestfallen expression, though, he offered it back to me.
"I don't want it now," I said, pouting.
Really it was all just an act. The bitten-into bagel didn't gross me out in any way, shape, or form. This was Sebastian Kain we were talking about here, after all.
"Oh, come on." He took a step closer. "I feel bad. Please take it back… for me?"
Who could resist Sebastian? Not me, apparently.
Next thing I knew Sebastian was feeding me the bagel he'd pilfered. And damn if I didn't love every second.
Sebastian didn't stuff the bagel into my mouth. No, no, not at all. Instead, he tore away tiny pieces and nudged my lips apart gently so I could nibble each bite. The effect was a dizzying and romantic experience, and, yes, even erotic in some ways.
By the time he was done, I wanted nothing more than for him to snatch me up in his arms and finally kiss me.
But, alas, Sebastian had other ideas.
"Hey, let me take a quick shower. Then, how 'bout I go on that hike with you?"
More time alone with Sebastian? Yes, please.
I nodded enthusiastically, and tried to sound casual. "Sure. I'd like that."
A short while later, Sebastian and I were midway through the most grueling hike I'd ever been on. He'd chosen this route on purpose, I concluded, to see how in shape I was. I could have saved him the trouble and told him, not very.
Trudging up a steep embankment, I huffed and puffed. And by steep, just to clarify, the thing had to have had a ninety-degree incline.
I waved my hand toward a nice grassy area off to the side, in the shade of a big tree, and practically begged, "Can we please rest for a minute?"
Sebastian chuckled. "Sure, Brooks."
We detoured over to the tree. Thank God. I was beyond exhausted.
When I crumpled to the ground and flopped unceremoniously to my back, Sebastian peered down at me and said, "Maybe you should think about running with me tomorrow morning."
"Think about it?" I blew out a breath. "Sure. Actually go with you? I don't think so."
"Aw, come on." Sebastian sat down next to me. "It'll be fun."
"Sorry, but I don't find torture to be fun."
"Running isn't torture."