Tori, who was slowly straightening up and shaking out her arms, wrinkled her nose slightly when she spotted the stain.
“You can have my joggers?” I offered, my fingers already curling around the waistband.
Tori snorted. “You wanna wear my leggings?”
“Yeah nah, that’s not gonna work,” I chuckled and lifted one shoulder. “I’d go in my boxers. I don’t give a fuck.”
Her eyes almost bulged out of her head. “What? No, you can’t do that!”
I shrugged again while pulling the corners of my mouth down slightly. “I could.”
“But you’re not! It’s fine. There’s no one around to see anyway, and we’re going home now … you absolute lunatic.” Tori shook her head, her eyes still wide as saucers.
“Okay. Whatever you want.” Then I gripped the back of my hoodie, pulled it over my head and thrust it into her hands. “Then you’re gonna take this instead.”
I adjusted the shirt I’d been wearing underneath, the back of it a little damp with sweat, but I didn’t care. My girl being comfortable was all that mattered.
Tori opened her mouth, surely to protest, but I pulled her flush against my chest. Her breath hitched as I cradled her jaw in one of my hands, my thumb stroking her flushed cheek softly.
“Don’t argue, Love. Let me do this for you.”
Pressing my lips on hers, I coaxed her into a slow, sweet kiss, our tongues moving lazily together. When I released her, she slowly opened her beautiful eyes and looked up at me through her dark lashes.
Gently, I took the hoodie from her hands again before pulling it over her head. Pleasure, satisfaction, andsomething darker — something possessive — exploded in my chest as the fabric fell around her petite form.
The hem hit just above her knees, effectively hiding the wet stain. She looked absolutely adorable and I made a mental note to make her wear my shit more often.
“Thank you,” Tori whispered as I brushed a strand of hair which had escaped her braid behind her ear. A soft, genuine smile stretched her lips and I returned it with one of my own.
“And thank you for offering me your pants, even though itreallywasn’t necessary.”
“Anything for you, Love.” I pressed another kiss to her lips. “I take care of what’s mine.Always.”
Chapter 29
Tori
Ididn’tsleep.Well,notreally.
After last night and my talk with Gran, it seemed like we had reached an impasse. It was time for me to make a decision, and I was terrified. I knew what my heart wanted, but giving in to those desires wasn't easy when you've spent years doing the opposite.
I woke up before sunrise, feeling anxious and scared of saying the wrong thing — or rather, the right thing, knowing it would change everything.
Kai was still asleep behind me, one massive arm draped over my waist like he’d locked me into place on purpose. I lay there, listening to his slow, steady breathing, until the pressure in my chest became unbearable.
I needed tomove.
To do something.
I eased myself out from under his arm, tiptoed to the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Shivering in the chilly morning air, I checked the time on my phone and groaned. Uncertainly, I let my gaze wander around the room.
Should I just shower? That would only serve to make me overthink more. I needed something to keep me busy, a task.
As I brushed my teeth furiously, I eyed my hair in the mirror. I guess my streakscoulddo with a touch-up … the red was starting to look slightly dull. Nodding at my reflection, I dug out all my supplies and started mixing the dye as if it were a coping mechanism.
The sight of me stirring bright red dye in a little bowl must’ve acted like some kind of ritual summoning, because suddenly Kai’s huge frame filled the bathroom doorway. With his messy hair and bare chest, he looked entirely too good for someone who’d just woken up.
“What are you doing?” His voice was husky with sleep as he blinked at me.
