He wanted it down.
But first, they had to face the day after the scene with their parents.
And then they had to have a chat about what she said to him at the rehearsal dinner about being a bully.
After that, he’d get her on the same page he was on.
Dair wasn’t sure with the bully comment if she was.
But she hadn’t shrunk away from him touching her neck.
And she’d melted into his arms when they’d danced.
Further, she hadn’t wanted to leave him with Helena and his father. And she’d had his whisky waiting for him when he returned.
There wasn’t a time in his life that he remembered not knowing Blake Charlotte Sharp.
Though, now was the time he intended to get to know Blake Charlotte Sharp.
He was about to touch her to wake her (but also just to touch her), when his phone buzzed on his nightstand.
Blake jolted and groaned, and then Dair watched in complete fascination as she moved her head to rub her face against his chest.
It was something a little girl would do.
It was sweet, cute, and since she was a grown woman, sexy as all fuck, and his morning wood agreed.
He was watching her, so he saw when she suddenly realized what she was about, and her head shot up.
She winced, and he was sure that was her hangover making itself known.
He grinned.
She focused with apparent difficulty on him.
Her eyes got huge.
He grinned bigger.
Then she rolled off him, onto her back, and slapped both her hands on her face, moaning behind them, “Oh my God.”
He turned to his side and got up on a forearm. “Guid mornin’, me wee bonny Blake.”
“Ugh.”
“How ye feeling?”
“Stop shouting.”
He chuckled.
“Stop shaking the bed.”
He chuckled more.
“Bluh.”
“Ye need to get moving, love. Ye volunteered for the fire department last night. They’ll be expecting ye to pitch up this morning.”
