Then, wondering if Grey was still here, I asked, “Grey?”
His response came immediately, “Yeah, baby girl?”
Oh, damn.
Again.
I clenched my thighs together to try and stave off the feeling, and when that didn’t help, I tried to think about something else, anything else.
Because I just met this man. What kind of woman was I if I got all hot and bothered for someone I didn’t know?
I sighed.
Well shit.
I licked my upper row of teeth and cringed. Gah, I hated not brushing my teeth first thing in the morning.
“Do you have an extra toothbrush?” I called out.
“Nope. Use mine. Be fine.” He said.
I did just that.
And felt my inner self squee.
The handsomest man I’ve ever laid eyes on is letting me use his toothbrush.
Chill, Kimber. Chill.
After I was done and took one look in the mirror, knowing this was the best it was going to get, I opened the door.
Seeing Grey sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes were on me immediately.
Sea green.
Sea green like the perfect water in New Zealand when we went there for vacation years ago.
They were mesmerizing, like the water there. Perfect. Life-altering.
Why did he have to look so good?
That grey hair, the perfect lips, the tight-fitted navy blue tee, and the loose-fitting jeans.
“You think I’m handsome?” he asked.
I felt my face pale, “What?”
He winked, “Last night. You called me handsome. That’s what you think?”
“When did I say that exactly?” I asked.
He grinned, “Does it matter?”
I shook my head, then dropped it.
He chuckled, “Kimber, babe, eyes on me, yeah?”
I sighed, then lifted my head.
