Page 59 of Get Undressed With Me

He shook his head, not letting himself get his hopes up.

“She was the one who told me to leave.”

“That’s Brittany. A study in contradictions.”

Gus wasn’t going to let himself imagine it, this picture of his life with Brittany in it that was suddenly being presented to him.

“She wants more, Dev.”

“Gus, she wants you. Up to you what you do about it.”

With a wave, she went over to where the bouncer was standing, starting a conversation as she called a rideshare.Satisfied the bouncer was going to watch out for her, Gus strode toward where he had parked in the lot down the street.

“Gus,” Brittany whispered in his ear.

“Not now, killer. I’m trying to get to the car.”

“Gus, I didn’t mean it.”

“I’m not having a conversation with you when you’re drunk.”

“I didn’t want you to leave. I never want you to leave.”

Gus was pretty familiar with the ramblings of the inebriated. He had picked up his brother from enough bars and heard enough crazy stories to not take her rambling seriously.

He reached his car and managed to open the door, sliding her inside. When he leaned over her to buckle her seat belt, he felt her lean into him and inhale hard.

“You smell. So good.”

“Cool. Warn me if you’re going to barf.”

He shut the door, trying his damnedest to shake her words from his head. By the time he slid into the driver’s seat, he was relieved to see she had fallen asleep, her head back against the window at an awkward angle that would definitely hurt after a good amount of time. Her mouth was hanging open, and it was the most relaxed he had ever seen her.

They were at the condo ten minutes later. Gus easily carried her to the elevator and to his door, unlocking it. He immediately went to the bedroom, gently laying her down, and went about taking off her shoes, checking her ankle. It was a little swollen, but otherwise, not as bad as he had worried. At some point, Brittany had woken up, and now her eyes were locked on him, never looking away as he took off her earrings and necklace, setting them carefully on the nightstand next to a glass of water and a couple of painkillers she would need in the morning.

Done fussing over her, he headed to the door, ready for a shower and an uncomfortable night on the couch.

“Gus?”

He froze.

Brittany moaned. “Gus.”

The way she said his name, that guttural calling out for him, was the sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life.

“Gus, touch me.”

Okay, that was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. He turned around to see she was awake, watching him, her eyes bright and hot with way more focus than he was expecting.

“Brittany, you’re drunk.”

“Not as drunk as you think I am.”

“No.”

Frustrated, she kicked off the comforter he had laid over her, pushing it off her body in possibly the most awkward way he had ever seen, something that would’ve made him laugh if she didn’t then completely focus on him.

“It would be sooooo much better than last time.”

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