Make Me Yours

‘Hm.’ Cohen looked down, fumbling with his napkin. Had I said something to upset him?

I focused on my breakfast, or whatever meal you called this, given that it was three in the morning.

I realized Cohen had set down his fork and was watching me eat. ‘What are you studying?’

‘Psychology,’ I answered, my tongue darting out to lick a drop of syrup from my bottom lip. ‘What about you?’

His eyes followed the movement of my tongue, and he swallowed roughly before answering. ‘Business. I figure its generic enough that I’ll be able to get a job doing almost anything.’

I nodded. I continued nibbling on my breakfast, while Cohen talked. I learned that he went to school part time and worked as a bouncer at bar downtown in addition to being a volunteer firefighter.

After breakfast, Cohen walked me to my door and stood with me on the covered porch. The moonlight and chirp of crickets in the night air had a dreamy, calming feeling about it.

We stood facing each other. The shadows turned him into an even more handsome creature than before, if that was even possible. He was tall and lean, not an ounce of fat on his body. Square jaw, full mouth, gorgeous blue eyes and short hair.

Cohen hesitated at my front door.

‘Thanks for breakfast,’ I murmured.

He nodded. ‘Anytime.’

I stripped myself of his oversized long-sleeved shirt and handed it back to him. His eyes wandered south to my chest for the briefest of seconds, but enough for me to register he liked what he saw. What can I say? I was blessed in the boob department. Full C’s, yet still perky. And currently sporting hard nips again. Damn. This time it had nothing to do with the chill in the air and everything to do with the look on Cohen’s face. He was a boob man. It was clear as day.

He cleared his throat. ‘Will you be okay?’

Oh yeah. There was a fucking bat in my apartment. This wasn’t a date. It was a pity-outing with a neighbor. That was all. Damn. Delusional much, Liz?

I shook my head. ‘Well, I’m not sleeping in there.’ No way, nuh-uh. ‘I’ll just have to wait a few more hours until I can call the landlord to come over.’

Cohen frowned. ‘What are you going to do in the meantime? It’s…’ He glanced at his watch. ‘…way too fucking early.’

I laughed. ‘I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine. Thanks again.’

I turned for my door, but Cohen grabbed my wrist. ‘Come on. You’re coming upstairs with me.’

‘I am?’

He pressed his other hand into my lower back and guided me to the staircase. ‘Up you go.’

I blanched at his presumptuous behavior, yet obediently started up the stairs, relieved that I wouldn’t have to wait alone.

When we reached the top, Cohen unlocked the door and pushed it open for me to enter. His apartment was tiny compared to mine. Now that I wasn’t all frazzled from the bat incident, I noticed how quaint it was. The pitched ceilings were architecturally interesting, but made it too low for him to comfortably walk in certain spots of the room. The floors were wooden and creaky. I was surprised I’d never heard him walking above me before. He tossed the shirt he’d given me on the back of the sofa.

‘Are you tired?’

I shrugged. ‘Might as well try to sleep, otherwise I’ll be a real bitch tomorrow.’

He laughed. ‘You’re honest. I like that.’

‘Thanks?’ I wasn’t sure, but that sounded like a compliment. I looked around at the tiny apartment wondering where I’d sleep. ‘Won’t your girlfriend be mad if I’m sleeping over?’

He shrugged. ‘I’m not worried about it.’

I bit my lip to avoid smiling.

He disappeared into his bedroom and I wondered if I was supposed to follow, but before I could decide, he returned with a bundle of blankets and pillows in his arms. He dumped them unceremoniously on the couch. ‘You can take my room. I’ll sleep out here.’

I surveyed the length of him. ‘And how tall are you?’

‘Six-two. Why?’

I made a tsking sound. ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. You will not be sleeping on this couch.’ There’s no way he would comfortably fit.

He laughed softly. ‘I’ll be fine.’

‘Nonsense. Go to bed. I’ve got this.’ I began unfolding the blankets and arranging them on the couch.

His hands found mine, and he stopped me. ‘You’re the guest. You should take my bed.’ His voice was solemn, sweet.

I couldn’t resist placing my hand on his chest. Yep, just as solid and warm as I expected. ‘I’m not a guest, sweetheart, I’m an annoying neighbor with a bat problem who woke you up in the middle of the night.’

He smirked.

‘Now go to bed.’ I patted his chest.

He held me in his gaze. ‘You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?’

‘Damn straight.’

He laughed out loud. ‘And how do you know I’m not a serial killer?’

‘Yes, because serial killers usually wear oven mitts for intimidation and buy their victims pancakes before tucking them into bed.’ I rolled my eyes for effect.

His mouth twitched in amusement. ‘Valid point.’ He turned to head to his room. ‘Just let me know if you need anything—or if you spot any bats. I’ve got the oven mitts ready.’

A noise from the other room caught our attention. Cohen’s face registered recognition.

He shook his head with a smirk on his face. ‘There’s just one problem.’

I waited, unsure where this was heading. Maybe his girlfriend had decided to come over after all.

‘Bob usually sleeps here.’

Before I had the chance to ask who Bob was, a dog the size of a bear came barreling down the hallway, headed straight for me.

I let out a gasp while Cohen laughed and steered the dog away, stopping him from mauling me. He held the dog’s wiggling body in place and scratched behind his ears. The dog’s tail walloped against my thigh.

‘He tries to sleep in my bed, but I don’t usually let him. He’s a cover hog.’ Cohen smiled.