"But--"
"We said no sleepovers."
"We said a lot of things. Like one step at a time. And no spending the night. And keep it casual." She looks at me pointedly. And she's not wrong.
"Molly--"
"You stayed last night."
"That was different. You had a concussion."
"And this morning? When we…" She trails off, blushing.
This morning. My cock twitches just thinking about it.
"That wasn't exactly the plan."
"Plans change."
I rake a hand through my hair. "If I stay--"
"If you stay what? We break another rule? Grey, we've been breaking rules since you made them."
"That's my point. This is getting…" I can't find the word. Maybe I don't want to.
"Real?" she says quietly.
I look at her, hold her gaze. "Yeah."
"Is that bad?"
"I don't know," I admit. It might be the most honest thing I've said all night.
She looks a little hurt, and it guts me. "For you or for me?"
"Either of us."
After a beat, she perks up. "Well, I don't want you to go." She tosses her half-eaten pizza in the box and dusts her hands off over the open top.
It's so simple. Honest. It guts me.
"Molly…" I sigh.
"I know what we said, I know the rules. I just think they're bullshit. I love it when you're here. You make me feel good and happy and I--" She bites off the rest, pursing her lips.
What? You what? Say it. Please say it.
She shakes her head, picking up her pizza. "Never mind. Forget it." She takes a look at it, then puts it down again.
I toss mine in next to hers and lean in, meeting her eyes. "Tell me."
"I just want more time with you. That's all."
More time. Like we have all the time in the world.
I should leave. I should walk out the door. Give us both some air.
Don't think I could do it if I tried.
