Don’t screw this up. Don’t screw this up.

A dozen different emotions have taken residence in my body. One minute, I want to push Danielle up against the door and fuck her senseless, and the next I want to construct a ten-foot wall to protect her from the very vivid fantasies looping through my brain.

But my overriding realization is that I need to get away from her before I do something stupid like molest her.

When I step into the bathroom, I strip off my sopping wet jeans and jump into the shower where the first order of business is to deal with my rock-hard boner. Fortunately, Dani seemed so tired, I don’t think she spotted my wood. It took everything in me not to rock myself against her gorgeous ass.

Yes, I saw it. No, I didn’t mean to. I kept my eyes up, but a man has peripheral vision, and I happen to have excellent peripheral vision.

I was fine—keeping my eyes up and off her nakedness like I promised—until she nearly wiped out, spraying herself with cold water, and then I saw everything. All that beautiful, bare skin. The fine lines of her back and waist. Her nipple piercings.

Fuck me. Nipple piercings.

The strangest thing is how familiar it all seemed. Almost as though I knew they’d be there even though they’re the last thing you’d expect. Sure, I’ve banged lots of women with all sorts of tastes, but I’ve never met anyone as sweet and innocent as Danielle with piercings like that.

And right now, all I want to do is take them in my mouth and tug. Hard.

With visuals like that, I’m in and out of the shower in record time. I throw on some flannel pajama bottoms and a t-shirt before I open the door.

“Dani?”

After a quick walk-through of my condo, I don’t see her anywhere. But the sound of retching draws my attention to the kitchen pantry where Danielle is hunched over the trash can.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Pulling back her hair with one hand, I reach over and grab a paper towel with my other and hand it to her.

She wipes off her mouth and turns slowly to me. Tears are streaming down her face, and I decide there is nothing worse on this planet than seeing this girl cry.

“What happened?” I cradle her face in my hand and brush away the tears with my thumbs.

“I… I took my meds but I… forgot to eat something. I just wasn’t hungry, and the meds made me nauseous.”

Before the words are out, she jerks away and throws up again into the trash.

After a few minutes, I walk her back to my room and settle her onto my bed. I place a small wastebasket next to her on the floor and prop up a few pillows behind her back and head into the kitchen.

I call out to her, “Don’t fall asleep. I’ll be right back.”

Dani may not feel like it right now, but she needs to eat or she’ll throw up again. I come back with two bowls of my favorite cereal.

“Lucky Charms?” she asks as she peers in.

“Breakfast of champions.” I glance at the clock. “Or in this case, a late dinner.”

We sit in silence, and I watch her slowly eat around the marshmallows. Finally, she has a pile of color on one side of the bowl as she finishes the rest of the cereal.

“I could have gotten you something else if you didn’t like this.”

She smirks. “No way. I just save the best part for last.” Then she scoops up a big spoonful and shoves it in her mouth. When she swallows, she gets a serious expression on her face. “Jax, you must have things to do this weekend. You don’t need to babysit me. You have a life. Go do what you need to do, run errands, go on dates, whatever. Don’t feel like you have to—”

“Stop. There are only two things I need to do for the next several days. One is to make sure you get better. The other is work out or I’ll turn into a big fattie.”

“Please! I could cut myself on your six-pack.” She smiles at me from under those long dark lashes and then drops her eyes to peer into her bowl.

Ignoring her display of shyness—which is cute as hell—I say, “But I can work out from home. I have all the equipment I need in my spare bedroom. So when you get up in the morning, that’s probably where I’ll be.”

“Okay.” Dani takes another small bite and then sets down the bowl. After I help her wobble to the bathroom to brush her teeth, I set her down on the bed again.

She’s still gripping my arms as she says, “I’m feeling kind of dizzy.”

“It’s your medicine. Your night dose is stronger. Here, lie down.” I rearrange the pillows until she’s comfortable. Truth be told, I don’t like girls staying overnight, but seeing Danielle with her long, thick hair splayed out over my sheets has me reconsidering that.

“I feel bad taking your bed. I can crash on the couch.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I duck into my closet and grab a sleeping bag and toss it on the floor. “I’d sleep on the couch, but you might get sick again, and I won’t be able to hear you from the living room.”

She frowns. “Tell me you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Jax, you have a huge bed, and unless you’re into groping invalids, I think I’m safe with you. C’mon.”

She pats the mattress with the palm of her hand, and the one thing I know for sure is she’s definitely not safe with me. Except the last thing I want to do is fuck up our friendship. I don’t have friends who are girls, but in the last twenty-four hours, I’ve started thinking of Dani as one. So I will ignore how perfect that tank top looks on her right now—how I can see those hot-as-hell piercings and the way her sweats hang off her hips but fit snug against her ass—and be a good guy. Even if it kills me.

“Dani, I don’t mind—”

“Get up here, Jax. Now.”

Shit. Right now I want to tie her up and make her beg me to fuck her harder.

I laugh. “You’re a feisty little thing.”

“Don’t I know it.” Her head tilts back and her eyebrows lift as though she’s challenging me to say no.

I can do this. I can sleep next to a gorgeous girl and not have sex with her, but first I need some good visuals to distract myself from the way her nipples are poking through that thin material.

Anchorman. Paul Rudd. My great-aunt Eunice and her chin hair.

Taking a deep breath, I crawl in next to Dani and make sure to keep a comfortable distance. She sinks down into the pillows and sighs. “Thanks for taking care of me, Jax, but you’re doing too good a job because I’m never going to want to leave.”

My room smells like Dani and her shampoo. It reminds me of something, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

After a few minutes, her eyes close and her breathing slows.

I think she’s asleep, but she mutters, “You’re too sweet. And you look really good in those jeans.” I grin, but before I can respond, she whacks me with her arm. “Did we eat pumpkin pie today? It’s Thanksgiving, isn’t it? I like turkeys. They have a waddle.”

A waddle? Okay, here come her medicine-induced ramblings. I hold back the laugh that’s dying to burst out of me.

She groans. “God, you looked great in the shower. And your bed is so comfortable. I bet you hear that a lot.”

Aw, hell.

Then she whispers, “Lucky girls,” before she knocks out.

Fuck.

Yeah, it’s a long, long night. Dani sighs in her sleep and moans when she rolls over, little sounds that have me dying to press my body up against her. In the moonlight, her skin looks like porcelain. Against her dark hair, she looks like some kind of angel, floating on my bed with her hair covering all of my pillows. And when she whispers my name in the dark, it has me wanting her to stay long after her knee gets better.

When I wake up in the morning, her head is resting on my shoulder and her arm is wrapped around my waist. She’s nestled alongside me, her soft curves running all along my suddenly aching body.

Yeah. This friendship thing sucks.