I shrug. “Hopefully they are making amends.”
I think I sound utterly confident, and not like all of my senses are fully focused on the bottom of the pool, with my body ready to jump back in. Rationally, I know damn well that Gray doesn’t need my protection and if I jumped in, it would be to save others from him. But my annoying emotions are insisting that he might need help. I really need to get a grip. This sappy shit is making me stupid.
Eventually, the surface of the pool ripples and all three paranormal boys emerge. Blue’s nose is no longer bleeding. There is still tension and unease between him and Gray, but it seems an awful lot better.
Gray gracefully pulls himself out of the pool and stands before me, dripping wet and naked.
“All kissed and made up?” I ask.
He gives me a sad, tentative nod. I look over at Blue, who nods too, but still seems upset. Well, I guess that is going to have to do. It is probably the best that can be expected.
I stare at Gray. He doesn’t really feel the cold. And he is an incubus, so he will not give one shit about being naked.
I sigh and take my towel off and wrap it around him. I really am so whipped. It is embarrassing.
“Come on, let’s get you tucked back into bed,” I say.
Warmth flashes across Gray’s dark eyes, quickly followed by the faintest of smiles. My heart flutters.
Maybe being whipped isn’t so bad. His smiles are worth it.
Chapter nineteen
Ihave to admit that this is nice. Just lying here in the hammock with Gray. Even though I should have left hours ago. After settling him down after his pool fight.
Now the sun is rising. At some point, I’m going to have to accept that I spent the night in Gray’s bed. Well, hammock, but I’m pretty sure the same rules apply. And I’ve broken them all. I don’t spend the night. I don’t snuggle. What has this little demon done to me?
Even now, I still don’t want to move. I’m on my back and he is sprawled half on top of me, and it feels wonderful. I can’t imagine sleeping any other way. Not that I really slept, dozed maybe. There is far too much on my mind for true sleep to claim me.
Now I need a piss. But Gray is sleeping so peacefully. Disturbing him would feel like shoving a sleeping cat off of my lap. I’m not that evil.
Suddenly, the buzz of a phone pollutes the quiet. What the hell? My little swim last night murdered my phone.
I glance towards the noise. Ah yes, my burner back-up phone is lying strewn on the floor next to some of my dirty clothes. I chucked it out of my bag when I was looking for something and was never assed to put it back.
It keeps ringing.
For fuck’s sake. Only a handful of people have that number. It bloody better be important.
I extend my hand and levitate the phone to me. I flip it open and snarl out a, “What?”
“Fina-fucking-lly,” snaps Nikolai. “Why aren’t you answering your main phone?”
“Lost it,” I growl. What does this shithead want?
“Whatever. What the fuck were you thinking bringing that new boy toy of yours to my club?”
“I was thinking it would be fun.”
“Some douchebag filmed it. It is all over the internet.”
“Your shit security team is not my problem. They are supposed to search everyone for cameras.”
Nikolai hisses angrily. “Bringing an underage boy to my club is very much your problem.”
“He is not under twenty-one.”
“Fuck you Mal. He looks it, and you know damn well that is all that matters.”
