“Okay,” I immediately said. “I have no problem with that.”
She made a frustrated sound and pushed herself away.
“No.” She stood up and smoothed her hair back from her face. “I need a shower. I’ve been cleaning today. And I want to have some time to think about what I’m going to do to you.”
An embarrassing whimper slipped from my mouth.
She groaned and tipped her head to the ceiling. “Fuck, you can’t make that noise when I’m around. I’m going. I’m goingnow or else I won’t leave.” She walked toward the door and I managed to scrape myself off the couch and follow her with a few feet of distance.
“Did you want to come over to my place or stay here?” There was an option.
“Your toys are better than mine,” I said. It was the truth. Most of mine were the cheap ones I got online when there were two-for-one sales. All of hers were so much nicer.
Mal laughed. “You can play with my toys as much as you want, lovely.”
Fuck, it was so good when she used words like that. I couldn’t get enough of it.
Mal and I moved toward each other and then she yanked the door open.
“I’ll see you later tonight.”
She left and I just kind of melted to the floor.
“Holy shit.”
Chapter Twelve
Mal
It tooka lot of willpower not to immediately go back over to Gray’s place and throw her on the couch, but I managed it. I went back to my apartment and stared at the little emoji she’d sent me and added her as a contact in my phone.
I finished getting my place presentable, took a shower, and then decided to do something with my hair. For most people, a braid wasn’t that big of a deal, but for me, it was a workout. I also made sure my toys were charged and ready for her and had a stack of towels waiting to lay over the bed since I’d neglected that last time. Almost as an afterthought, I realized I might want to offer her something to eat or drink, so I made sure I had a few options and set out a few snacks ahead of time. I figured I’d let her know she could come over after dinner, but not too late so we couldn’t have plenty of time with each other.
I made a quick meal of chicken stir fry and wolfed it down before I cleaned the kitchen, again, and then I was just wandering around and changing the music and fiddling with my bed and wondering if it was too early to message her to come over. I brushed my teeth, again, and checked my outfit in the mirror, again.
By eight-thirty, I was practically crawling the walls so I caved and sent her a message.
Mal: Ready for our liaison whenever you are.
Her answer came seconds later.
Gray: Be there momentarily.
Less than a minute later there was a knock at my door, and I yanked the door open, ready to kiss her face off, but she had something in her hands that prevented that.
“What have you got there?” I asked as she came in and started taking off her shoes.
“Oh, I had some leftover gingerbread and sugar cookies Tally made, and I thought that they’d be a fantastic post-liaison snack, so I brought them over. Plus, I can’t possibly eat them all myself. Anyway.”
Jesus Christ she was sweet.
“Thank you. I bought some cookies from the store, but this is way better.” It was so, so much better.
Gray beamed and set the container down on my counter. “Awesome.”
We were absolutely mismatched as far as our outfits. She had jeans and a sweater on, and I’d put on some joggers and a cozy T-shirt. One of us had dressed up for this liaison, and it wasn’t me.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked her, because it was polite to offer something to your liaison partner, I assumed. Taking this out of the hookup category had put me completely off-kilter and I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I needed to get her into the bedroom where I felt steadier.
