Page 29 of The Nerd & the Ex-Con

“It’s not what you think. I swear it’s not.”

He scrambled across the bed to the other side, but I caught him by the legs and pulled him back. So easy to do given he was as light as a feather. He squealed.

Okay, so maybe there will be some noise.

I liked the sounds he made.

“Stop wriggling.”

“Let me up.”

I sat next to him and pinned him to the bed with my body. “You crawled into my bed last night, and now you’re trying to escape me?”

“I w-w-was t-t-tired. And it was the m-m-middle of the night.”

“What are you doing here, Scottie?”

“You’re crushing me.”

I eased my weight off him, and he let out a sigh. “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how tiny you are.”

“I’m not tiny.”

I squeezed his skinny hip. “You’re not?”

His face was so red I chuckled. I took his glasses, placed them gently on his face, and slid them up to fit snugly on his thin nose. The moment he saw me clearly was obvious. His eyes went round behind his glasses, and he bit his bottom lip.

“Don’t treat me like a child,” he mumbled.

“Would I be in this position now if I were treating you like a child?” He dropped his gaze down to my naked chest. “Now tell me what happened last night ’cause I can’t remember a damn thing. I wake up half-naked and find you in my bed. I don’t have to tell you what’s going through my mind.”

He swallowed. “Can’t I tell you from over there?” He pointed across the room.

“Do you really want me to move?”

He went back to chewing on his sexy bottom lip. Could someone’s bottom lip be sexy? Because all I could think about was leaning over and taking his between my teeth. Would he get redder if I did?

“You were drunk,” he blurted out, sounding out of breath like he’d been running a marathon. His chest rose and fell rapidly beneath me, and his hard-on poked in my stomach.

I didn’t instantly spring back from him to avoid it.

Interesting.

“That much I figured out,” I said.

“I mean really drunk. You got in a fight at some bar, and they threw you out. You called me.”

“I called you?” Now why the hell didn’t I remember that?

He nodded. “I was already in bed, but I was afraid you’d get hurt or do something stupid like pulling your knife on someone again. You sounded upset, so I got in my car and drove over.”

“You got me into your car alone?” There was no way a tiny thing like Scottie could handle me if I were as drunk as he made it sound. “How did you manage that?”

“I didn’t have to do anything. You…you followed me without any trouble.”

“I followed you?” He said it like I was some dog following their master.

“It’s the truth. Honest. You told me your address. I would have taken you back to my place, but well, there’s Jay, and so that wasn’t a good idea.”

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