“Fine,” I hiss out. “Pretty sure my dick hates me, though.”
She snorts. “Tough cookies.”
“Did you just say tough cookies when my dick is about ten seconds away from exploding?”
“Can you not use the word dick and exploding in the same sentence?” She rolls to her other side to face me and her breasts brush my arm. This is worse than her ass. “And yes, I said tough cookies. It’s an expression.”
“I know it’s an expression and I hate it. Especially right now.”
She shakes her head, and I see a flash of her white teeth as she smiles in the darkness.
“Go to sleep, Bennett,” she says softly.
“You’re cold, woman,” I joke. “Stone-cold.”
“Not my fault your dick has no self-control.”
“Aw, look at you. You said dick without flinching. I’m proud of you, Princess.”
“Dick is easy,” she says, cupping her hands under her head. “It’s the other word that trips me up.”
I suppress a grin. “And by other word you mean cock?”
Even in the darkened room I know her lips are pressed into a thin line and her eyes are narrowed. “Yes.”
“And here I thought I got you over that fear in the diner.” I reach out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I guess we’ll have to start all over.”
“No.” She puts her hand over my mouth.
I grin beneath her fingers and mumble, “Cock.”
She shakes her head and fights a smile. She’s so beautiful like this, barely illuminated in the darkness, her face free of makeup, and her hair wild. She’s always beautiful, but I love getting to see her like this with her guard down.
Her hand falls away and I clear my throat. “Thanks for letting me stay the night with you.”
“Why did you want to stay here?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “I guess I didn’t want to be alone.”
She nods. “I’m surprised you didn’t go find someone else.”
“Someone else?” I ask, confused.
Even in the dark I know she’s blushing. “Yeah, another girl. I mean, I know enough about your reputation to know that you get around. It’s not a secret.”
I know I should keep my mouth shut, but I find myself telling her the truth instead. “I haven’t slept with anyone since before my injury,” I admit. “My sole focus became getting better.”
“But you are better now.”
I chuckle and tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, skimming my knuckles over her cheek as I do it. “I know that, but I have a girlfriend now.”
“Fake girlfriend,” she reminds me. “It’s not like you’d be cheating.”
“Yeah, but if the media caught wind that I was cheating …” I fall upon my media excuse easily. The truth is I want Grace—no one else. The thought of fucking another girl makes me sick and it’s stupid since Grace will never be mine. I’m not good enough for her.
“Oh, I see.” She looks saddened by that for some reason. She stifles a yawn.
“Go to sleep,” I tell her. “You’re tired.”