I try to come up with a flirty quip, but I come up empty, my post-orgasm brain completely blissed out and strangely calm.
I clear my throat, and stand up straighter, and Casey helps me out of the shower stall, wrapping a thick towel around me.
I’m stepping out of the bathroom when I notice Casey lingering behind.
“I—uh—need to clean up,” he gestures vaguely at his crotch. “Like I said, you are sexy as hell, and you didn’t even have to touch me to make me lose control. Although pulling my hair definitely—helped.”
A self-satisfied smirk brightens his entire face, making me grin like an idiot.
I shake my head at his silliness, but also feel a warm sense of satisfaction at the idea that he came in his boxers simply because he made me come.
As I close the bedroom door behind me, I know deep in my heart that letting Casey go now is going to be impossible.
We’re going to have to discuss our future plans.
Ones that maybe can be tweaked to include a certain flirty-nerdy mechanic in them.
Chapter Fifteen
WHO BROUGHT THE SAUCE?
Iwake up clawing at my own neck, still trying to pry his hands loose.
For a second, I don't know where I am.
Then my room comes into focus.
The pile of dirty clothes in the corner.
The neat rows of parts from the alternator I’d been rebuilding on my desk.
The crack in the ceiling I’ve been meaning to patch for six months.
Home.
Shit.
I scrub at my face with both hands, then force my eyes to focus on my phone.
Eleven in the morning.
I was only unconscious for a couple hours, but my body feels like I got hit by a truck and then backed over for good measure.
I stare at the ceiling and try not to think.
It doesn't work.
My throat still aches from where that vampire nearly crushed my windpipe.
The weird cop from this morning keeps popping back into my head.
And then there’s Kallie.
Which is its own fucking problem.
Steam.
Wet skin.
