He groaned and took a step toward me.
I grinned and quickly pointed in the direction he’d originally intended.
“Focus,” I said.
“I’m very focused.” He leaned over and brushed his lips against mine.
I shivered at the contact. Overtired, wanting Clay, and not thinking clearly, I lifted my hand to clutch at him. Instead of gripping him, I hit him in the stitches.
Clay grunted and pulled back.
“Saying stop would have worked.”
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. I meant to pull you closer.”
His lips twitched again.
“I’ll do closer in just a minute.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You were stitched together just hours ago.”
“If I were human, that might be a problem. It’s not. Are you changing your mind?”
“I’m not. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
He straightened away from me then met my gaze.
“I feel like I’ve waited forever for a yes. I’ll wait longer if you’re not ready. But if you’re ready, I don’t want to wait another minute.”
He kissed my cheek then strode to the bathroom. Watching him, my heart beat rapidly. Were we really doing this? I brought my hands to my flushing cheeks in a slight panic. I hadn’t lied. I was ready. However, I was also nervous as hell.
I heard running water in the bathroom, and I scrambled out of bed. I still wore yesterday’s clothes. Should I change? Should I just strip? My hands shook as I reached for my shirt and chickened out. I’d look stupid standing out here in my bra and underwear.
The water shut off. I all-out panicked and froze like a deer in headlights when the door opened. He took a single step out, froze, and inhaled deeply.
“Gabby...”
Busted.
“You’re not ready.”
“I am,” I insisted. He took another step toward me, and my pulse spiked. “I’m just freaking out big time because I don’t know what to do.”
He came toward me, wrapping me in his arms as soon as he reached me.
“I love you so much it hurts. You don’t need to do anything but let me love you.”
I nodded jerkily, looking up at him.
He lowered his head slowly. My heart felt like it was making every attempt to hammer its way out of my chest. My insides got hot then cold then hot again. Everything felt wrong and right at the same time. Yep, I was panicked and turned on and didn’t know which to let take over.
Just before his lips touched mine, I turned my head away.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
Before he could say anything, I darted from his arms and closed myself into the bathroom.
Come on, Gabby,I scolded myself in the mirror.You’d kissed the hell out of him after Isabelle got you high, and you’d enjoyed every minute of it.
