“Oh.” Silence for a second, then, “Do you want me to turn the lights off for you? I can settle down and we can—”
I laugh. “Baby, there is no way you’re settling down anytime soon.” I pull her in for a quick kiss that turns into something much longer and hotter than I intended. “But that’s okay.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. Because I’m the same way.”
Before she can react to my words, I roll her over and tickle her mercilessly. She screams and kicks and fights, but she’s laughing the whole time and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. I’m hard again before I even kiss her, but I force myself to back away. Only a total jerk would be trying for round two right now. Especially after seeing the blood smeared on the condom.
“Come on,” I tell her, climbing out of bed and pulling her with me.
“Come on, where? I’m naked, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Oh, believe me, I’ve noticed.” I cup her boob in my hand, tweak her nipple. She gasps, grabs on to my hand with both of hers. And then we’re just standing there, staring into each other’s eyes with big, goofy smiles on our faces.
Alarm bells start going off in the back of my head. Because this doesn’t feel like just sex. It doesn’t even feel like just fun, though it’s definitely fun. It feels like something more. Something intimate and sweet and just a little bit terrifying.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with that. Don’t know what I’m supposed to do with her. Not when there’s Logan and everything that I have to do for him. I don’t have time for a relationship, even if I did want one. Which I totally don’t. But how am I supposed to tell her that without hurting her?
“Uh-oh,” Tansy says after a long, breathless moment when all we do is stare at each other. “This is going to be a problem, isn’t it?”
My stomach clenches sickly. “What do you mean?”
“You’re falling in love with me. I can see it al
l over your face.”
“What?” I’m so startled that the word comes out half-gasp, half-laugh.
She drops a kiss on my shoulder, shoots me a quick grin, before walking past me into the bathroom. “Don’t worry about it,” she tells me airily. “It happens to all the guys. I won’t hold it against you.”
Amused despite myself, I follow her into the bathroom. “You won’t, huh? That’s awfully nice of you.”
“What can I say? I’m a nice person.” She glances in the mirror, laughs when she sees the state of her hair. It’s sticking up all over her head. Another girl would have freaked out, started trying to fix the mess. But Tansy just meets my gaze in the mirror, her eyes alight with amusement.
“It’s a good look for you,” I tell her, tugging on one of the short clumps.
“You’re only saying that ’cuz you’re blinded by lust,” she tells me. “Not that I blame you. That was pretty amazing.”
“It was,” I agree. “But—” I need to make sure she understands, need to make sure she’s not building any kind of dreams around what happened here. Because there’s Logan and I—
“Oh, no.” She whirls around, presses two fingers to my mouth in an effort to shut me up. “Don’t beg. It’s so unbecoming.”
I pull her hand away. “I wasn’t going to—”
“Sure you were. They all do.” She winks at me, just to let me know she’s joking. “But I’m just in it for the fun, so you’re going to have to get over all those butterflies in your stomach.”
I laugh then, because I can’t not laugh. She’s adorable, absolutely adorable. And she handled what could have been really awkward—really awful—so charmingly that I can’t help pulling her into my arms and kissing her again. “I think you’ve got your stomach confused with mine.”
She snorts, presses against my abs. “As if. I don’t think there’s any chance of anyone ever mistaking my stomach for your six-pack. But it’s a nice thought.”
I roll my eyes at her, then kiss her again, because why not? And because I’m pretty much pathologically unable to not kiss her right now.
“Hey,” I say when I finally manage to tear my lips from hers. “You want to do something?”
“What, now?”
“Yeah, now. It’s only nine o’clock. We’re not ninety, are we?”