Say something.
Wake her up.
But I don’t.
Because the second I think about pulling away, something sharp twists in my chest. Like I’m about to lose something.
My arm tightens around her.
Jesus.What is wrong with me?
I lie there a second longer, trying to make my body cooperate with the voice in my head telling me to move.
It doesn’t.
A few seconds later, she shifts.
Her hand slides against my shirt, fingers brushing over my chest.
Slowly, her eyes pop open. Her gaze locks on mine.
A soft, easy smile curls her lips.
She looks content, like waking up in my arms is the most natural thing in the world.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
My brain short-circuits.
“Uh—” I clear my throat. “Hi.”
She doesn’t move right away.
“I should probably go?—”
“Don’t.” I clear my throat, hating how quickly the words spilled from my lips. “It’s late. Just… stay.”
But it’s not about her driving home late at night.
I want her here.
She studies me for a second. “Okay.”
I relax, but my arm hasn't gotten the message. I’m still holding her tightly, like I’m afraid she’ll leave.
She shifts, and her leg bumps my cock. He hardens instantly.
I suck in a breath, expecting her to recoil.
Instead, she gives me a sexy smile. “Sorry.”
I’m not sure that she is.
My blood runs faster, making him so hard it hurts. I really hope she’s not sorry.
“Violet,” my hand lifts, gently pushing her hair away from her face.
“Drew.” Her eyes drop to my lips, lingering there for a few beats before lifting back to mine. “Kiss me,” she breathes.
