Light floods in, making me blink. Falkor’s worried face appears.
“They’re gone,” he says quietly. “You’re safe. For now. Let me go and keep an eye out.” He turns and walks away.
But Grim doesn’t release me immediately. His hands stay where they are for several long seconds.
Then he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers, his voice rough and strained. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
Only then does he let me go.
“It’s fine. All good,” I tell him as I leave the closet, trying to act like it was nothing.
Because itwasnothing.
Just two people who are attracted to each other reacting in a perfectly natural way.
32
Grim
A noise wakes me.
For a moment, I think that maybe Wren is having another bad dream. I lie there in the dark, listening. The house is silent except for the familiar creaks and groans of old wood settling. There is a soft thud from somewhere toward the front of the house.
My dragon perks right up, scales rubbing.
He wants me to go straight to Wren. Wants me to protect her.
I throw off the covers and walk into the hallway. Her door is wide open. Wren is not in bed.
The sound is coming from the kitchen. I’ll take a quick peek to make sure she’s okay, and then I’ll head back to bed.
I walk over there, and as I round the corner to the kitchen, I nearly swallow my own fucking tongue.
Wren is bent over, half inside the fridge, reminding me of the day I first noticed her. Only this time, she’s wearing a little T-shirt and a pair of white panties. That’s it. Nothing else.
Holy shit.
I have a perfect view of her lush ass. Those white panties hug her curves, showing off the round globes that I know feel incredible in my hands.
Much to my dismay, my cock responds.
I can’t seem to move, though. Can’t seem to stop staring at her.
She shifts, reaching for something on the top shelf, and her ass jiggles slightly. My mouth goes dry. I remember exactly how it felt to spank her. How she cried out and clenched around my cock.
Fuck.
I need to either get a damned grip or leave. I find I don’t want to. She’s been avoiding me since the closet incident. Taking some of her meals in her room. Making sure she isn’t alone with me. I don’t like it. I don’t like how stilted things have become between us.
I clear my throat.
Wren jumps so hard she bangs her head on the top of the fridge. She spins around, clutching a carton of milk to her chest, her eyes wide and her mouth open.
“Jesus!” she whisper-shouts at me. “You scared the shit out of me! Don’t sneak up on people like that! It’s plain wrong.”
“I didn’t sneak anywhere,” I tell her, keeping my voice low. My eyes track down her body before I can stop them. The T-shirt is thin, and I can see the outline of her nipples trying to poke their way through the fabric. I force my eyes up. I can and will behave around her. “I didn’t sneak; I walked. And speaking of heart attacks, you should probably put more clothes on because if Falkor sees you wearing that, he’ll have a heart attack for sure.” I smile at her.
