My smile was faint as I held her face back. The tears away now. I turned off the shower, then tugged our towels in. The first I wrapped round her, the second to her eyes.
I dabbed under one and two before she took the towel away, doing the job herself.
“Thanks,” she said, then moved that towel to dry her hair. The third towel I had I cinched around my waist, then followed her out.
I looped arms around her, her skin heated and perfect. She dried her hair in the mirror with a smile but didn’t stay with me long before she maneuvered out of my arms.
“Everything all right?” I asked, the second time in one evening. She’d seemed a little down before we’d gotten into the shower. I figured that may have been just because she’d been out of her element tonight with December and the others. I believed the night had gone well, though. She’d even been talking to Greer and December at one point.
“Fine.” Shifting on her bare feet, she pecked a kiss to my lips. “Just tired. Bed?”
Bed.
I nodded, following behind her. Normally, I’d pinch at her, tease her but her body language felt off.
Maybe she is just tired.
We got under my sheets after we both toweled off and got dressed. My bedroom was a loft style on my duplex’s second level. I preferred my bed in Maywood Heights, but the duplex on campus made do.
It helped having my girl in my bed with me, and no sooner had the lights flicked off than I pulled my arms around her, easing her perfect ass back into me.
I settled my cock between the curve from behind, completely ready to take her from the back. This was the song and dance with us. Shower. Sex, then more sex and sometimes even before the shower. It really just depended how we’re both feeling that day, but ten times to one, that was our routine.
“Not tonight, Ramses.”
Not tonight, Ramses.
I suppose there was that one.
I turned her over in the dark, her cheek beneath my fingers. My eyes adjusted enough to see her frown.
“I’m just tired,” she said, answering a question before I even asked. She was good. She sparred with me before I could even press her. Before I could possibly ask her a question she didn’t want to answer. I really was starting to get to know this girl.
At this point, something felt real damn off, besides the obvious. Of course, she didn’t have to have sex with me. I wasn’t a prick.
Her cheek left before more words could be exchanged, and when she took my hand, wrapping it around my front she eased back into me. She nestled herself away from me in the dark.
Like I said, she was real good.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ramses
I didn’t know what time I woke up that night. I just knew I was alone.
My bed empty.
I angled up to find my phone and maybe the time, but I found Bri before I could. She sat at the edge of the bed, back hunched and head lowered.
“Bri?” I eased over until I sat beside her. She had her arms cuffed, and I reached behind her for the lamp light. My loft illuminated, and I braced her hip. “What’s up?”
She wet her lips, her fingers embedded into her flesh.
It sent my back up like nothing else.
“Do you want children?” she asked, seemly haunted as she stared down. She swallowed. “Will you want kids?”
The ache in her voice immediately made my heart race.