Shesmiled,touching hisfacegently. “Itwassoworthit.”
Herolledoffherandstoodup.“I’llbebackina minute.”Hedisappearedoutthedoor,thelight fromthebathroomturningon.Nowthatthehazeoflusthadwornoff,sherealizedshewaslying nakedin Max’s bed.Shereallyshouldgobacktoher ownroom. Thiswassex—nota relationship— theywerehaving.Perchingontheedgeofthemattress,shelookedaroundtheroom,tryingto locatehershirt.Shestood topickitup,andwasholdingitinherhandswhenMaxreturned.Hewas still gloriouslynaked and Gigi couldn’thelp butadmiretheview.
Hiseyesslid downtohertee.“Going somewhere?”heasked.
Shelookedatherfeet.“Backtomyroom.”
“Why?”
Hisquestionjerkedherattentionbacktohim.“Ithought…”Shefrowned.“Ithoughtthiswasjust sex—justtwopeoplescratching an itch.”
“Isthatwhat you want,Gianna?”heasked.
Wasit?“No,”shewhispered.
Her answermusthavebeen theright onebecausehe nodded and reached for her shirt,tugging it from her handsand dropping itbacktothefloor. “Cometo bed then.”