“Glad you found something to sleep in.” He gestured to his shirt.
Her face flamed red. “Oh. I hope it’s okay… I was worried about you.”
“Because I should be vomiting my guts out now?”
Her cheeks went even more red. She messed with the blanket, and it slipped, revealing creamy thigh.
His dick stretched, ready to come out and play.Down, boy.
The last thing he needed at the moment was for the captain in his pants to start making requests.
“I…uh…” he started.
More blanket slipped from her thigh. The T-shirt covered a good deal, but he couldn’t pull his gaze from that sliver of pale skin.
“So.” He scrubbed a hand over his hair.
She stared intently at the brown liquid in her cup. “So.”
“What do you have planned—” he said at the same time she said, “How are you feel—”
“Not much, just working—” she replied at the same time he replied, “Good, thanks for the aspirin.”
They both glanced to their respective mugs. She took a sip. He took a gulp.
He stood. This was one of the clumsiest mornings after ever, and he hadn’t even gotten laid. “I can help you with committee stuff today.”
And maybe keep my hands off you.
“That’d be great.” She set her mug on the New Belgium beer crate he used as a makeshift nightstand and waved a hand between them. “This is weird. Why is it weird?”
Because he’d gotten trashed in front of her. They’d seen his grandmother getting laid. Why was it weird, she asked? He could go on and on. “Last night was one of those nights that—”
“Makes you question everything?” She finished for him.
He brushed a hand over his hair. “Right.”
“Sit.” She patted the bed beside her.
He sat. Not because he necessarily wanted to, but it was becoming clear he had no power around her.
His hand crept toward hers. The damn thing seemed to have a mind of its own.
She placed her palm over his knuckles. “Jase. I feel like where we’re going with this could be a really bad idea.”
“Where exactly are we going with this?” He set his mug beside hers. Communication sucked.
“Hooking up. Climbing each other in elevators.”
He swallowed so hard his Adam’s apple practically bobbed right out of his throat. Communicationdefinitelysucked. They weren’t even officially together, and she was giving him the brush-off. He slipped his hand away from hers. His dick pouted.
“I mean, I dowantthat. I just want the rest of it, too,” she finished.
He cleared his throat. “What’s the rest of it?”
“The idea that it could actually lead somewhere. I get it, you want to hook up and move on. I want the chance it might lead to more.”
“Picket fence? Dog? Kids?” he asked.
