Page 118 of Pinkie Promise

I close the distance between us, lift her up, and then thunder out of the room, my eyes sniper-focused on the silver lift in front of us.

She giggles quietly against my ear. I give her a nice firm spank over her towel.

“Technically, wearing a towel is more covered up than wearing a bikini,” Fallon says in that sweet voice of hers, looking up at me with her sparkly eyes before squishing her cheek against my shoulder.

I swallow hard and try not to let my palms slide any higher up her thighs.

“I hear the logic in what you’re saying, baby, but I’m finding it really fucking hard to think clearly right now.”

Fallon smiles cutely before giving me a playful bite on my pec.

My chest puffs out like a damn animal.

The elevator dings at Fallon’s floor and I punch theopenbutton like my life depends on it.

“You’re excited,” she smiles.

“You’re telling me,” I grunt.

She hums contentedly as I walk us to her door.

“Key?” I ask her as soon as I remember that we aren’t at my place.

Seeing as she doesn’t have any clothes on I’m guessing that she’s forgotten her key, but that’s not a problem because I’m more than happy to bust her door down.

“On top of the sconce,” she murmurs sleepily.

My breathing pauses in my throat.

“What’s that now?” I ask, leaning back so that I can see if she’s joking.

She meets my eyes and instantly realises that that was the wrong answer.

“Uh…” she breathes shyly, dropping her gaze down to my chest.

I don’t want her to feel bad about it and no way am I going to lecture her on it, but I’m not exactly jumping for joy that she left a spare key outside of her front door.

I reach above the sconce, swipe the key, and let us in.

“Please don’t do that again,” I murmur, using the key to re-lock the entry from the inside. Then I toss the key on the kitchen counter and set Fallon down on her feet so that she can choose our next move.

“I won’t,” she mumbles, looking sulky.

Her expression makes me laugh, causing her to look up at me like a wounded kitten.

“Hey, I’m not mad at you, baby,” I tell her, dropping my clothes on the side of her couch as she carefully walks backwards. I put my hands back over her waist as she takes us closer and closer to her bedroom door. “I want you safe. You’re my priority.”

She nods her head, one of her fists toying with the front of her towel.

“Have I pissed you off?” I ask her, as her back thuds against her doorframe. I want her so badly right now but her little flash of shyness has me thinking that I should ease up. We don’t have to do anything if she doesn’t want to. I’d be the happiest man on the planet if she’d just let me hold her.

“No,” she says, quiet and slow. “I’m just… nervous… about showing you my room.”

My eyebrows rise because that is not the response that I was expecting.

“What’re you nervous for?” I ask, pressing our foreheads together. Her bedroom could be a moat-guarded vampire lair and I’d still be stoked as fuck for her to let me inside.

She must be able to sense my thoughts because she gives me one of her dimply smiles.

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