Chapter Seven
Paisley
Russell wanted to know how I slept? Answering that question required lying. Not that it was a big deal, but lying was a sore spot for me lately. I wasn't about to tell him that I'd had a restless night of sleep because I could hardly stop thinking about him. He’d crowded my dreams, and I woke up aroused. Soooo freaking annoying.
“Fine,” I sort of squeaked. “The bed’s comfortable.”
Oh, Jesus. I was commenting on the bed.
“I know it's not a great situation for me to be there. We work together, and maybe it's weird for us to be roommates or whatever. I'll talk to your mom and make sure she doesn't think it's your responsibility. If you could just give me a little time to find another place, I’m sure it won’t take too long.” Now, there was another lie. I’d been looki
