“What?”
His arms moved around. “That movement you just did.”
“If you’re going to do it,” she said. “Do it right.”
“I’ll take a hard pass there.”
She smiled and squeezed his side with her fingers. “I was letting out tension. You could learn from that.”
“You haven’t been complaining about the ways I’ve released tension this weekend.”
Her arms came around his waist.
Clay wasn’t used to this from anyone.
No one he’d ever been with before had been this open and affectionate.
He didn’t know how to handle it.
Her arms tightening some in a squeeze told him she had this. She’d guide him through it. Maybe there were times she helped more than he realized.
She looked up at him, her lips puckered for a kiss. He gave her one. Hard and fast.
She let out a giggle. “Not in the least. I’m going to miss it being back in my bed, but the truth is you’re just too hot at night for me.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Thanks.”
“I didn’t mean it in terms of sex,” she said, moving out of his arms.
“I think you did.”
“Well, yeah, but that comment had more to do with your body heat.”
“You’re the one glued to me,” he said. “There is a lot of room in that bed to sleep on your own side.”
Her nose twitched twice. “I know. I just have to keep telling myself this is real.”
So did he.
“What is it you want or are looking for?”
“Now you’re trying to drag your feet going to your parents’.”
“Yep. But we should know this before we show up.”
He wouldn’t be caught unaware when it came up. He was damn sure it was going to.
“I don’t know what we’ve got,” she said. “I don’t think you want to share what is going through your mind and if I say whatis on mine, you’ll run. So it’s like, isn’t it better to keep it to ourselves?”
In the past, he would have agreed with that.
He wouldn’t be that person.
“No. I don’t want you to feel you can’t say things to me.”
“That’s funny coming from a guy who barely talked to me for weeks and half the time was purposely rude so I’d shut my mouth.”
He smirked. “You caught on pretty quickly.”
