“Get the germs out! Get them out!” Tinkerbelle muttered into her pillow, her small hands gripping the pillow she had her face buried in.
“He’ll be here soon,” Danny said soothingly as he glanced down at his watch, wondering what the hell was taking his brother so damn long to get his ass here.
“It’s gross!” she muttered miserably into her pillow.
“Shhh, I know, sweetheart. I know,” Danny said, gently rubbing her leg as he tried not to look at the damage he’d done to her back and bottom.
He may have lost control a little at the end there…
“No more sex on hotel floors,” she muttered.
“Agreed,” Danny easily agreed because as far as game plans went, he’d seriously fucked this one up.
He should have waited and gone with his plans to make this special for her. He should have gone with yellow roses, sleigh rides, holding her in front of the fire, champagne, chocolate, and-oh, fuck.
Swallowing, he stood up and walked over to the bag he’d dropped on the floor earlier. Even before he picked the bag up, he already knew he’d fucked up more than just the rugburn. He picked up the bag, looked inside and closed his eyes in defeat.
Condoms.
He’d forgotten to wear a condom, something that he’d never done before. His father had drilled it into his head to always use a condom.
Always.
Dropping the bag on the coffee table, he walked back over to the bed and sat down. “Tinkerbelle?”
“Hmmm?”
“I have to tell you something.”
“What’s that?”
“I, um,” Danny started to say only to pause to take a deep breath, “I didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh, crap,” Jodi mumbled that ended with an “Ow!” when he tried to give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
“Sorry,” Danny said, wondering just how badly he fucked this up.
Chapter 33
“Is your brother here yet?” Jodi asked, simply to have something to say to break the silence.
When he didn’t answer her, she turned her head and opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. “Danny?”
“I’m going to marry you,” he simply said, taking her by surprise.
“I’m sorry. What’s this now?” she asked, trying to sit up, but the pain shooting up and down her back had her lay back down on her stomach with a wince.
“I’m going to marry you,” Danny said more firmly this time.
“Is this about the condom?” Jodi asked, having absolutely no idea where else this could be coming from.
“Yes,” he said, sighing as he shook his head and said, “No,” confusing her even more.
“Okaaay,” she said, drawing out the word, even more confused now.
“This isn’t because of the condom, Tinkerbelle,” Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I planned on asking you. I have a plan, but I thought after what happened tonight that I should tell you that I planned on marrying you in case-”
“In case this got me pregnant,” Jodi finished for him with a nod of understanding.
