Looking down, I saw my sleep shorts and camisole top. Oh. “Um . . . no.” Looking up at him, I bit my lip. “We had wine.”
“You don’t say,” he laughed. “C’mon, little lush, let’s take you home.”
“Jett!” I called out, my hand reaching out for him. “You have to let me help.”
He nodded, but even in my confused state, I saw him glance at his dad. “Oh shit, um, I mean with an English paper.”
Ash snorted, and I looked at him as he rubbed his forehead. “Good thing they already know.”
“Oh.” That wasn’t good, was it? “Oh . . . um.”
“Please stop talking,” Gray urged me as he pulled me to the patio doors.
“Okay,” I mumbled as he led me outside. When we were around the side of his house, I pulled him to a stop. “Hey, do you remember the night we had sex here?”
He turned back to look at me, and I saw the sudden hunger in his eyes. “I do. You scratched the fuck out of my back.”
Pulling him toward me, I leaned against the wall, the stone hard on my bare back. “You held your hand over my mouth the whole time to stop me from screaming.” I tried to sound sexy and husky, but I wasn’t sure it worked, because Gray was grinning widely at me.
“Queeny, are you trying to seduce me?” he teased.
Was I? Damn right I was. “Is it working?”
“No, babe.” He chuckled as he took my hand and pulled me off the wall.
“Why not?” I heard the whine in my voice and flinched at how needy I sounded.
“Because you’re wearing your PJ’s, you’re freezing, you have no shoes on, and most importantly, you’re shitfaced drunk.”
I considered his words as I followed him back to my house. “Which one is the turnoff?”
Gray laughed in the dark, a loud unrestrained, burst of sound. “It’s a toss-up between you turning blue and being too drunk to know what you’re doing. I prefer you sober.”
“Huh, not many people can say that,” I muttered as I entered my kitchen. I went willingly into his arms when he pulled me close.
“Are you okay?” he asked me as he wrapped his arms around me.
“No,” I answered as I looked up at him. “But I think I will be.”
“I’m here with you. I’m going nowhere.”
“You’ve always been here.” It was true; I may have had more wine than I intended, but it was true, and I knew he could hear the truth in my words.
“I really wish you were sober right now,” Gray groaned as hepulled me into his embrace quickly before pushing me away. With no effort, he picked me up bridal style and carried me to my bedroom.
Ava was sound asleep on one side of my bed, and I heard Gray’s huff of amusement as he took in the disarray in my bedroom. The empty wine bottles, the glasses, and the dirty plates.
“Jesus, you girls don’t mess around,” he commented as he dropped me gently onto my bed. “Go to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Stay?”
“Your dad’s already close to killing me; let’s not sign my death warrant.”
“Daddy will be fine. He knows how much I love you.”
Gray’s breath caught, and then he looked at me so fiercely I thought I had said the wrong thing. “You don’t get to say that to me drunk. Tell me tomorrow when you’re sober.”
“It won’t change,” I promised.
