The rough scrape of his stubble grazes my cheek, and I turn my head, overwhelmed. He’ssodamn sexy. I can’t handle his closeness. I feel unworthy.
I want to run.
I want to stay.
Then he exhales a deep, shaky breath, like he hates that he’s going gentle. Like something darker’s clawing at him to take more.
No, no.No way he wants more, Charlotte.This is nothing. Just take it. Don’t ruin it.
But then his breath fans hot across my neck. His nose skims along my jaw and his voice drops as he murmurs, “Tell me someone’s kissed you? Even once.”
I shake my head… or maybe I nod. I don’t even know anymore.
His lips brush my cheek, slowing as he nears my mouth. The heat of him is everywhere.
He leans in.
Is he going to—
Darkness.
Nothing.
My vision crisps.
I blink.
“Piggy, wake up,” he says.
He’s gripping my shoulders. “You alright?”
“Did I—”
“Yeah, you passed out. Fucking pathetic,” he answers with a big grin, chuckling.
Kill me right freaking now!
I can’t look at him. I’m a hurricane of emotions.
He just fingered me. A man touched me. Grayson touched me. And he’s still sitting next to me!
Yet I passed out like a dummy. I ruined it!
I turn to look at him, expecting him to now see the real me and run away. As if I’m an actual pig in pajamas sitting on a couch.
But he’s gone.
I catch a blur in my peripheral.
Oh, he’s walking away.
“Good night,Charlotte. Happy birthday.”
I stammer, unable to see his expression. Is he happy? Grossed out?
Wait... he said myreal name.
His bedroom door shuts.
