He turned his head and smirked. “I forgot how sarcastic you could be. No regrets?”
Was he unsure himself? “No. Absolutely no regrets.”
Nodding, he looked back at the ceiling. “Do you want me to go to my room?”
Panic rushed through her. “No,” she all but shouted.
“Okay. It’s okay. I won’t go anywhere.” He raised up on an elbow and turned toward her. “Do you want me to put clothes on?”
No, she did not want him to put clothes on. She had Jordan Grant naked in bed with her. Every coming of age fantasy she’d had was now reality.
“Emme?”
“No?”
He smiled wide. “Why did you say it like a question?”
“Well, because I basically told you I want you naked.”
“Nothing wrong with that. I like you naked too.”
Her entire body flamed with her blush and she pulled the covers up over her head. “This is embarrassing. Can we go back to sleep now?”
He laughed and stretched out on the bed. “Yeah. We can go back to sleep now.”
