I yelped when I was suddenly flung back over Darcy shoulders, but instead of hitting a hard surface I fell into a soft mattress. I was still laughing as Darcy jumped onto the bed beside me. I rolled over and shoved him. He looked at me and chuckled. I was smiling as I found myself looking into his eyes, then to his mouth.
I caught the moment Darcy saw what I was doing and I noticed his sharp intake of breath. I nervously swallowed and cleared my throat.
"Thanks... I don't agree with your method, but I appreciate you wanting me to have somewhere comfortable to sleep," I said then turned and crawled up the bed and got under the covers, facing away from Darcy.
"No problem," Darcy said then lingered for a moment before he moved and got under the covers also.
There was silence for a moment until he said, "Goodnight, Neala Girl."
My heart thudded in my chest and my stomach burst into butterflies.
"Goodnight, Darcy."
I closed my eyes and prayed sleep would come easy. Even though my mind was screaming that something definitely changed between Darcy, and myself and I wanted to think about it. I surprisingly fell into a deep and relaxed slumber. That relaxed slumber was utterly destroyed the next morning.
I woke up before I opened my eyes.
I didn't want to open my eyes because I was warm, comfortable, and completely content with the pillow I was hugging so tightly to my body. I snuggled closer to the warm, hard pillow and started to doze off again when movement under me interrupted my snooze.
What was that?
I groaned out loud and it caused whatever was under me to tense.
Since when can pillows tense?
Since when can they do anything?
I became aware of everything in that moment when my mind fully awoke.
Oh, no.
"Oh, my God," I whispered as I opened my eyes and came face to face with a light pink nipple.
It was practically pressed into my eye socket.
I slowly reached up with my hands and pressed them against the chest around the nipple and carefully peeled my face away. I swallowed when I looked down and found my leg cocked over Darcy's body. I was so far in Darcy's space that I was practically straddling him.
I widened my eyes when a sharp pulse between my thighs caught me by surprise.
I was getting turned on?
By almost lying on Darcy's hard body?
I was fucking losing it.
I tried to retract my leg again from Darcy's body as slowly as I could, but when a slight moan rumbled up Darcy's throat, I froze. I didn't know what to do, so I stayed perfectly still until I was sure Darcy hadn't woken up. I looked back down and slowly began to pull my leg away from Darcy once again, but the moment my leg moved over his pelvis and it slid over what can only be described as a speed bump, I feel tingles burst free all over my body.
Darcy had an erection... and my leg was currently resting on top of it.
Oh. My. God.
I wanted to clench my thighs together when the pulses between said thighs got a little too intense for me to calmly deal with, but I couldn't. I was mortified that I was having this sort of reaction to Darcy and he was doing nothing but sleeping.
I felt like a major pervert.
I quickly moved my leg away from Darcy's groin area, but the quick movement made my leg grind over the erection and Darcy must have felt it because he moved. My heart jumped as I took a peek up at Darcy.
His eyes were closed, but he had a small grin on his face.
Oh, Jesus.
I gasped, "You're awake!"
Darcy opened his eyes and laughed, "I'm sorry, you trying to get off me undetected was too entertaining to interrupt."
I was so embarrassed.
I scoffed and shoved Darcy's chest with my hands as I pushed away from him. I rolled off him and huddled into the covers on my temporary side of the bed because the entire section of the mattress was freezing.
I winced.
I must have being sleeping on Darcy for a long time.
Damn it.
"Neala," Darcy laughed. "Don't hide over there. I don't mind if you want to spoon me... or lie on me. If you're cold don't be afraid to use me body to warm you up."
Bloody hell.
"Stop it. Stop talking to me, just go back asleep," I snapped and buried my face into the pillow my head rested on.
"But I can be your heater, baby," he sang.
I couldn't even smile. "You just butchered a great song."
I was absolutely mortified, and I didn't want Darcy to notice because he would just tease me some more so I tried to play it cool and that meant I had to be a bitch.
"Are you embarrassed?" Darcy asked, chuckling.
Cool, play it cool.
"Why would I be embarrassed?" I said, and then cleared my throat. "I can't help what I do in my sleep. It's out of me control if me body moves when eighty percent of my brain is dormant."
Darcy cackled, "Same here so me hard on shouldn't freak you out so much. Lads get morning wood all the time and it's out of our control."
I didn't even mention his erection!
"Stop. Talking," I growled.
Darcy sighed, "You're freaked that you cuddled with me, but you're more freaked that you touch me cock… I mean penis."
I could hear the grin in his voice, the fucker.
"It doesn't freak me out, I'd just rather not touch any part of you. Especially your coc-penis."
Damn it.
Darcy snorted. "A little feisty, aren't you?"
I was never going to be able to calm myself down if he kept talking.
"If you keep talking I'm going out to the living room," I threatened.
Darcy chuckled, "Okay, Okay. I'll quit teasing you."
Thank God.
Darcy stopped talking, and after a few minutes his breathing slowed and I knew the fucker fell back asleep which wasn't fair. I couldn't sleep. My body was on high alert and I was still mortified.
I couldn't stay in his bed any longer so I quietly got out of bed and snuck into the living room. Some areas were still damp, so I went into the kitchen and got tea towels to dry everything up. It gave me something to do and focus on... for a few minutes.
My mind kept going back to touching Darcy's boner, and then him laughing because he knew I felt it.
I was so embarrassed.
I didn't want to look at him, or talk to him, ever again.
I wanted to bury my face in the mountains of snow outside and cease my existence.
With Darcy though, things were never that simple.
It was Christmas Eve, and I was still stuck in Darcy's house.
We had been stuck inside this house of evil for three and a half days already.
Three and half days!
I was counting Friday night as half a day because it felt as long as one.
It got worse too, because it seemed that there was no end in sight for this... ordeal.
I looked to the doorway of the living room when a noise got my attention. When I saw it was Darcy leaning against the doorway I flushed with embarrassment and looked away. I was grateful for the dimly lit room because I could not take Darcy teasing me right now, especially not after what happened this morning. I'd avoided him for most of the day. I forced myself to endure a freezing cold bath for a while to clean myself up. I missed warm water terribly, but I needed to give myself a good scrub. It was a perfect excuse to stay away from Darcy, too. I only interacted with him when I needed fresh clothes, he silently gave me another set of clothes, just like the ones I had before. I thought I would get away with not speaking to him at all, but now it was late in the evening he was making me face him.