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tied down to just one.  
     
    I have no idea how long I’ve been lying here when someone knocks on the door. I force myself up to go see who it is. I’m sure it’s him . I open the door…yep…Beau is standing there, one hand jammed in his front pocket while the other holds a T-shirt. His hair is flattened to his forehead from wearing his cowboy hat all day and his scruff looks longer than it did when I first showed up this afternoon. He gives me a small smile and holds out the T-shirt to me.
     
    “Thought you might want something to sleep in,” he says softly.
     
    I take the T-shirt. “Thanks,” I reply quietly.
     
    He scrubs his hand through his hair and shifts nervously on his feet. Beau nervous? No way. “Damn Lizzie, that kiss was…” he starts, but I cut him off.
     
    “It’s not going to happen again, Beau,” I say firmly, seriously.
     
    Hurt flashes in his eyes. “Lizzie, come on…”
     
    “No, it’s never going to happen again and stop calling me ‘Lizzie,’” I say and shut the door in his face.
     
    I can’t stand to look at the hurt and disappointment in his eyes any longer. Especially after feeling everything I felt when he kissed me. I get that he likes me, but he’ll get over it, it’s just a crush. I go over to the bed and strip out of the borrowed clothes. I get a waft of horse and sweat and just…ew. I need a shower. I reluctantly pull the clothes back on, grab the T-shirt that Beau gave me, and go to the door. I crack it open and peek out, making sure that Beau is nowhere to be seen. I slink down to the bathroom, shutting myself inside and locking the door. I drop the T-shirt on the sink counter then grab a towel out of the closet before going over to the shower and turning it on.
     
    I take off the nasty horse smelling clothes again and climb in. The spray is hot and feels so good. I quickly wash up, shut off the water, and grab the towel. After I dry off, I pull on the T-shirt that he gave me. It’s one of his, of course, so it’s nice and long, coming down to my knees. I pull in a deep breath, hoping to relax, but I groan when his smell from the shirt hits my nose. I sigh and gather up the dirty clothes and shove them into the hamper. I open the bathroom door and peek into the hallway again. No Beau. I quickly race back to my room and close myself in.
     
    I finger comb my hair before I grab my phone out of my purse, checking to see if there is a signal, but nope, nothing. Dammit! I really want to talk to Dennis. I put my phone back and climb into bed before turning out the lights. I do my best to forget about that kiss and just go to sleep.

     
    Chapter Three
    *Beau*
     
    Frustration eats at me. For the life of me, I can’t understand why Lizette is still refusing me. That kiss was explosive. How can she not want more? Not like I would know a lot about the “more,” but I do know that I want it…badly. I also know being twenty-three and still a virgin isn’t the coolest thing, but I really don’t give a fuck. I have my reasons for waiting. One of them is because of my mother; I want her to be proud of me, not look at me and think “Man whore.” I don’t date fans and I have only had four other relationships that didn’t last long. It’s hard to be in a relationship and keep it out of the spotlight, which is what I want, even though it’s not entirely possible.
     
    I could really use Roland’s advice right now. Roland is my go-to guy when I need help. He gives great advice and always knows the right thing to say. I sigh. I can’t friggin’ sleep. I toss the covers off my legs and head down to the kitchen to grab a beer. I’m feeling antsy and this hard-on I’ve been sporting since earlier is refusing to go away completely, even after a cold shower and jerking off.
     
    The house is dark as I pad down the hall toward the steps in only my royal blue Calvin Klein briefs. I turn on the light over the sink once in the kitchen then go to the fridge to grab a