“Where did you get an emerald?” he asks sliding back into bed and covering.
I walk further into the room and push on his shoulder to get him to move over while laughing. “From the chest in the dungeon where you tried to steal a diamond before I saw.” It’s safe to say we’re both underhanded Dragons Reborn players.
Grant laughs wiping back a piece of hair from his forehead. “Yeah, I did do that.”
“Why are you going through my chest in the first place?” I ask leaning over to see the screen better.
“I’m moving them. I figured if you want to stay on this server I’ll start over. But your castle is nice so I took over these three rooms.”
“Hey, that was my chest room.” In less than twelve hours the man is already making me regret giving him the password he needed to enter my castle whenever he wants.
“We’ll expand.”
Something about those words causes my heart to flutter. It’s a silly virtual game, but I like the idea of Grant sticking around to play on my server for a while.
His character stops moving on the screen and I check to see what he’s doing only to find Grant staring at me. His face lowers and rather than back away I push mine closer until our lips touch. I deepen the kiss, but Grant pulls back.
“Clare, what are we doing?” he asks.
“I have no idea.”
He closes the lid of his computer and sticks it on his nightstand. “We’re definitely not having sex so get those thoughts out of your head. You’re sick and need to focus on getting better.”
“Of course we’re not doingthat. What do you mean getthose thoughtsout of my head?” I lean back and check out Grant’s face for signs he’s been abducted or gone crazy while I was sleeping. Zombie bite marks on his neck or something.
He laughs. “You mean it was only me?”
I push him on the shoulder and laugh. “Yes.”
He sighs and leans back against the pillow somehow taking me too. “I walked around for a year giving the guys advice like I had everything figured out, but you women are crazy. There is no hope for any of us. Everything I try with you seems to be the wrong approach. I need you to throw me a life raft because I’m drowning over here.”
“You’re not drowning.”
“Oh, but I am. I have no idea how to make this better.”
I roll into Grant’s shoulder wrapping an arm around his chest. “I’m still working out how to make it fit in my head. I’m the one who’s a mess.”
Grant tightens his arm. “But you’re thinking on it?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s good enough for now. Make sure and let me know what you decide.”
I nod my head once in agreement before snuggling in close and closing my eyes. I’m pretty sure I’ve already decided, but when I give Grant an answer, I want to make sure I’m 110 percent behind my decision.
