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.
‘What the hell is he?’ I took a step back so I was out of the firing line of his tail. He was an enormous fluff ball of curly apricot-colored fur.
‘A Labradoodle. Non-shedding.’
‘Oh.’ A what-a-doodle?
Bob leapt onto the couch and flopped himself down onto the blankets I’d just arranged, lying with his head against the armrest as he got into a comfortable position.
Cohen chuckled at the sight of him. ‘Unless you’re a real dog lover and wouldn’t mind cuddling up with this guy, I suggest you come to my room.’
I had no desire to sleep on a couch that doubled as a dog bed, and nodded my consent.
Cohen led the way to his bedroom. It was large and tidy, with king-sized bed in the center. The roof pitched steeply on each side, giving it an intimate feel. He had one small chest of drawers and a single night table that held some loose change and an alarm clock.
His bed was unmade with charcoal gray sheets and a fluffy white down comforter. It looked very inviting.
Cohen studied me for a second. ‘Do you…need anything to wear?’ He looked down at my jeans.
‘Oh. No thanks.’ I remembered I had on my sleeping shorts underneath the jeans, and began removing them.
Cohen dropped his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with watching me undress. I folded my jeans neatly and laid them on the floor beside the bed. I started to crawl into the bed when Cohen’s hand on my elbow stopped me.
‘The other side, sweetheart.’
Oh. I scooted over to the other side of the bed, nearest the wall.
He yanked his T-shirt off over his head and stripped down to his black boxer briefs. I caught a glimpse of his smooth, tanned skin, just before he crawled in next to me and covered himself with the sheet.
I sensed something had changed between us; the air felt thick and heavy. ‘Sorry, I didn’t know I was taking your side,’ I whispered in the darkness.
‘It’s okay. I’d prefer to sleep closest to the door. That way if anyone breaks in they have to get through me first.’
Aw. It was a strange notion, but I liked his protective instincts. He was a sweet guy. I didn’t usually hang out with many of those. Maybe it had to do with him being a firefighter.
I rolled over on my side and pulled the comforter securely around me, settling in for the night.
The next morning Cohen stood guard while I dashed inside my apartment to grab a change of clothes and my laptop. We didn’t see the bat, but I was glad to have him with me just the same.
He didn’t have class until later, so I thanked him for the previous night, and he headed back upstairs to make coffee, while I began the twenty-minute walk to campus.
Despite only getting a few hours of sleep and overindulging on wine, I felt more well-rested than I usually did. Cohen’s bed was ridiculously comfortable. And I felt safe with him there. I was used to living alone, but that didn’t mean that occasionally I wasn’t woken in the night by an unknown noise and was unable to get back to sleep. And was he an absolute gentleman—staying on his own side and pretty much ignoring me completely. I’d slept like a baby in Cohen’s bed. Which was strange, since I made it a point not to stay over with guys I slept with. I might fall asleep after sex, but I’d always wake in the middle of the night and slip out of bed unnoticed. Maybe that was why I’d been comfortable staying with Cohen, because we hadn’t been intimate. I shrugged the thought away.
I spent the entire day working in the library on my research paper, only stopping for coffee refills and to grab a sandwich from a deli across the street. By six o’clock I was hungry again and in need of a long, hot soak in my jetted tub.
I secured my laptop bag across my chest and set off for the walk home. I checked my phone for messages again, hoping to have an update from my landlord about the bat situation. I was scrolling through text messages when I collided against something solid. I let out a groan and quickly looked up to see who—or what—I’d run into.
It was Cohen. He was out for a run with that damn dog. Bob. It was panting loudly and wagging its tail.
‘Hey, Eliza.’ Cohen reached out and steadied my shoulders.
‘Liz,’ I huffed, righting myself.
‘Sorry, Bob got excited when he saw you.’ Cohen pulled back on the leash, tightening it to hold the dog back from me.
‘No—my fault. I was trying to see if I had any messages from our landlord.’
‘Oh, he stopped by today. We couldn’t find the bat, but we sealed up your chimney flue.’
‘We?’
‘I didn’t have class at the time, so I helped him. You have a really nice place, by the way.’
‘Oh, thanks.’
We stared at each other for a few seconds. He looked adorably sexy in his loose-fitting gym shorts and vintage band tee.
‘So the bat could still be in there?’ I dodged Bob’s overeager advance toward me.
Cohen tugged his leash to keep him in line. Bob sat on the ground at our feet. ‘Could be. But he probably got out the same way he got in.’
‘Okay. Well, thanks. I guess I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.’
‘Guess so,’ he said. I couldn’t help but notice his voice was laced with the slightest bit of disappointment.
When I got home, I did a room-by-room check for the bat, then fed Sugar and Honey Bear who were circling my ankles and meowing eagerly for their dinner. I needed to make myself dinner, but figured a nice hot bath would relax me first. I grabbed a handful of almonds to tide me over and made my way upstairs, munching as I went. I filled the porcelain tub and added my oatmeal lavender bath salts and sank down into the water.
I rested my head against the edge of the tub and breathed in the lavender scent. As the warm water caressed my curves, I couldn’t help my mind from wandering to the apartment above mine and a certain off-limits hottie who resided there, seemingly just out of reach.
