No one needed to see that.
“Don’t look at me,” she said, digging through her purse and grabbing an elastic band to pull it back and at least try to tame it.
“Why can’t I look at you?” Gavin still looked at her.
Though, he wasn’t screaming and running away and he wasn’t tossing her out on her ass, so there was that.
“Because I’m morning Molly,” she hissed, still wrangling with the elastic band.
Gavin started to stand, eyes still wide open. “That makes no sense. Can we wait until later for you to start not making sense?”
“No. And, for real, close your eyes. My hair is a wreck.”
Gavin did not keep his eyes closed, he very much kept his gaze locked with hers. He also did an obvious scan of her sheet-covered body.
“Don’t mind the hair,” he said, lazy and loose. “But I could definitely go with losing the sheet.”
She made a sound like a cross between asquawkandblurgh. “Stop looking!”
He turned his head toward the door to the hall and flung off the blankets. “I promise I won’t look at your hair.”
“Thank you.” She got the band in place. A few minutes with a mirror and she would be at least somewhat presentable.
She didn’t get the chance to pull out her compact mirror because Gavin was moving in her direction.
Heads up, he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. That didn’t stop him from stalking toward her, still not lookingather but some spot just behind her right ear.
The stalking thing? Pretty sexy.
The look in his eyes? A little scary.
“Are you regretting what happened last night?” he asked, still moving closer. Still not actually looking at her again. Still not minding at all that he wasn’t wearing clothes.
Then again, if she was a guy and she had his body, she would probably show it off, too.
“No.” She held her purse close to her chest. “Of course not.”
How could she regret it? What had happened between them was one of those chemistry lessons she’d always talked about on her web show, but never actually got to experience.
“Do you?” she asked, wary that maybe she’d totally misread the whole situation. “Regret it?”
“No.” He met her gaze then, stripping everything but the sheet from her.
“You’re looking at me,” she whispered.
“Not at your hair.” The wry smile he gave her soaked clear through with a charisma she hadn’t thought possible with Gavin. On top of that? He let that Southern accent he kept tucked tidily away most of the time spill out with the words. Not full on, but like a dash of salt in a caramel candy. Enough that she really liked it, but not so much it felt forced.
“Good morning, Molly,” he said.
“Good morning, Gavin.”
“Now that we’re through all of that…” He moved closer to her space. “Can I kiss you now?”
Uh. After the other things they’d done to each other? For sure.
She nodded.
He pulled the purse from her grip and set it aside. Gentle, like he was worried she might bolt or start talking about her hair again.
