She knew just what to fucking say. I sigh, run a hand through my hair.
Knowing I've caved, Molly smiles, bouncing a little, then wincing at the motion. "Good.NowI will get in bed."
I watch her slide into the covers like something sacred. She takes off her glasses, then pats the bed next to her.
"Come on. I won't bite."
I chuff, moving for the far side of the bed with my heart hammering, pulling off my shirt on the way. "Maybe I will." I hesitate, looking down at my sweats, which are covered in dirt. With a look of warning to drive my point home, I say, "I'm taking my pants off."
She flushes, laughing and swinging her hand like she's throwing a lasso. "Take it off, woo! Coach booty!"
I shake my head, my ego effectively fluffed, coming to full attention when I drop my pants, and she stills.
"Jesus, Grey," she breathes.
I give her the look again, but I'm smirking a little. "Still sure you want me in here?"
"Are you kidding? What's the hold up?"
I'm making noises that are a mix of grumbling, chuckling, and groaning as I get in the tiny bed with her, careful not to touch her. So much so, that my shoulder is hanging off the bed. She clicks off the light, and I stare at the ceiling wondering how the fuck I'm going to get any sleep.
"Grey?" she says quietly.
"Yeah?" I look over at her, finding her on her side, peering at me from her pillow, her silky hair spilling across it.
"Please don't make me sleep here all night without being able to touch you. I get it. Casual. No strings. But don't torture me., Grey"
Her eyes are big and dark, her face so sweet, so pretty. But it's the knowledge that it's just as hard for her as it is for me sledgehammers what's left of my defenses.
I sigh. "C'mere," I rasp, reaching for her.
She curls into me with a sigh of her own, melting as I gather her up, holding her to my chest with my hand at the small of her back. Our legs twine together. Nothing is overt, just the press of her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin. The sound of her easy breath, the warmth of it kissing my skin. She softens with every second, her breathing slower, slower as my heart hammers harder, faster. And I know in my bones that this is a mistake.
A beautiful, perfect mistake.
CHAPTER 23
TOTALLY CHILL
MOLLY
Iwake up hot as hell.
At first, I'm confused, heavy, comfortable, my back crushed to a wall of solid muscle. It smells good. I draw a greedy breath, and when the scent of Grey filling up my lungs, I remember.
Concussion.
Grey stayed.
In my bed.
Oh my god, I am tangled up with Grey. And he's almost naked.
I'm almost naked.
His heavy arm is banded across my ribs, our legs entwined, his body solid behind mine. His breath on my neck. The weight of him. The heat. The smell woodsmoke and soap and something earthy and masculine. I put out a wish into the universe never to have to wake up any other way.
He tightens his grip, protesting in his sleep with a low rumble that tightens my nipples. All I have on is a thin cotton tank andbooty short panties. And I can feel everything--the hard planes of his chest, his solid stomach, and--
