“I…” she says.
I gently rest my hands on her shoulders. “Bree, breathe. Breathe in and out three times.”
She gives me the stink eye, but I stare down into her eyes and take slow steady breaths. No matter what her situation is, I’m here. She’s got me now. I’ll…
She’s midway through her third breath when I say, “Shit.”
“Shit? Shit what?”
Well fuck, is she on the pill or something? Is it bad that I’m really hoping she’s not? It would make things so much easier if I knocked her up. There would be no reason for her not to marry my broken-down ass at this point.
I keep my hands on her shoulders just in case she wants to try and kill me. “Not sure this is the right time to say this, but we didn’t use protection last night.”
Her eyes widen for a moment before she rolls them again. “I’m on the pill, we’re good.”
Breathing out a sigh of disappointment, I grumble, “We’ll have to fix that.”
“What?” she asks, eyeballing me again.
“What?” I repeat back.
Pulling away from me, she bends over to grab her shoes. I’m about to grab her hips and fucking hump her before I realize now might not be the best time for that.
“You need to get me home!” she growls right before she plops down on the side of the bed and begins to yank her shoes on.
“Poof, you’re home,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest. “I haven’t forgotten about what you said last night.”
Confusion flows over her beautiful face. “What?”
“You said, and I’m quoting here, you could spend the rest of your life with me here,” I say.
“Are you fucking insane?” she asks in astonishment.
“Not that I know of, but if I was, would I really know I was?” I ask then shrug my shoulders. “That’s not really the issue though… Do you have short-term memory loss? I should probably know if you do. I mean, I don’t want you to forget that spectacular orgasm.”
“No, I don’t have any kind of memory loss! You just can’t hold me to some promise I made in the heat of the moment!” she practically shouts before I start motioning for her to keep it down.
“Don’t wake, Casey,” I murmur.
“Shit!” she squeaks and all of a sudden her cheeks turn bright red.
“What?”
“He’s going to know I stayed the night!” she whispers harshly.
“As loud as you were last night, I’m pretty sure he knows already. He may have thumped on the walls for us to keep it down a couple of times,” I say with a smirk.
“Holy fuck! He did not!” she whispers, turning even more red.
I shrug my shoulders. “So? Are you taking back your promise?”
“What promise?” she whispers loudly at me.
Standing up from the bed, she stomps her way over to stand right in front of me.
“You know full well you said yes,” I say.
“You asked me that right before I had one of the… Before I came!”