“Fine.” She covered her eyes with the blanket for a moment. “I may have imagined us having sex to get through my first shift. And on that note, how likely is death by embarrassment?”
My cock had been hard before, but it was a fucking rock after hearing that. “If you’re looking for statistics, you’re asking the wrong person. I know a math professor who’d be a good resource.”
“She sounds difficult,” Zoe said.
“Nah.”
She lowered her blanket from her face entirely, still blushing.
“Do you want to start step three tonight, or do you want time to get used to this?” I gestured between us.
“Tonight.” The decisiveness in her voice made my cock throb some more.
“Good. I was hoping to get a head start on the hugging thing.”
“You’re going to do everything out of order, aren’t you?”
“Probably.” I stood up and offered her a hand.
She let me pull her to her feet as she said, “I should hate that.”
“You don’t, though.”
“No, I don’t.”
I pulled her into my arms, hugging her around the blanket while we shuffled toward my bedroom.
“This whole situation is so bizarre,” she mumbled into the fuzzy fabric.
“You’re the one who planned it.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t picture it like this.”
“How did you picture it?”
We made it to the bed, and I pulled her onto it with me.
A soft laugh escaped her. “I don’t know. More… serious.”
“I can be serious.”
“I can tell. You’re a strange combination of easygoing, fun, and deep at the same time.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.”
I pulled her into my arms. “This position would be a lot more enjoyable for both of us if we ditched the blanket, Gorgeous. Just saying.”
“You’d prefer being cold?” she teased.
“Yup.”
“Tell me something about you, first. Something vulnerable. Like my story,” she said.
I brushed her hair off her face. “My childhood pack and my family disowned me after the rejection. The pack called me unfeeling and unnatural for not being more devastated by my loss. My parents and brother thought I didn’t try hard enough to make it work with Shaina. They were right. I didn’t try. It could’ve killed me, too.”
“Who would want to convince an engaged woman to leave the fiancé she was in love with just to give them a chance?”
