While I just lay there staring at the mattress above me, unable to sleep, my mind consumed with the idea that Perish was up in the glass room. Alone.
I didn’t even consciously remember making the decision to get out of bed and make my way to the ladder.
Once I was through the trap door, well, there was no going back.
Memories flooded back.
My cheeks bloomed with heat at the memory of climbing onto his lap, of initiating that kiss.
It wasn’t regret I felt, per se. Just embarrassment for how bold I’d been.
I’d never really been the one to initiate things with a man before.
Something about Perish made it feel, I don’t know, safe to do so.
From there, well, things just got a little out of control. I mean, I’d dry-humped him like we were teenagers.
“That’s it,” his voice had said in my ear. “Come for me.”
Even the memory had heat blooming through my core.
But things hadn’t progressed past there.
I would have been willing.
Enthusiastic.
Overjoyed, even.
But then he’d shifted me and held me.
And the rest…
I slitted my eyes open, taking in the small glass room. It was empty, save for me.
At some point, Perish had propped a pillow under my head and covered me with a blanket before leaving.
Why?
Because he’d regretted it?
Or had someone come looking for him?
Oh, God.
Was he in trouble?
Ignoring the stabbing in my lower back as I sat upright, I quickly made my way to the trap door and down the ladder,ready to defend him, to lie if necessary, so he didn’t get kicked out of the club.
There was no proof, after all, that he’d put his hands on me. Hell, he barely had. I’d been doing most of the inappropriate things.
I couldn’t let him suffer for that.
“Well, well, well,” Layna’s voice met me as I landed in the basement once again.
She was on the bunk I’d abandoned the night before, wearing what looked like Spike’s shirt.
“Morning,” I said, trying to infuse some pep into my voice.
