Page 33 of Hit and Run
“Okay.” She nods. She looks to Sienna one more time before walking away.
“First Minx, then me. Now you,” Buster laughs. I glare at him as he follows Cali to their room.
“Asshole,” I mutter. Sienna starts to stir. She stretches an arm out, sticking it right by my face. I kiss her hand and she yanks it back, sitting up quickly.
“Holy shit, Shade,” she says with a hand on her chest.
I let out a light chuckle. “Forget where you were?”
“Yeah, I did,” she admits. “I should probably head home.”
“Why don’t you stay here? You can crash in my room. I’ll sleep here,” I tell her. She pauses like she’s considering it.
“You don’t have to sleep on the couch,” she says.
“No?” She shakes her head. “Where should I sleep then?”
“With me,” she says, then quickly adds. “But just sleep.”
I smirk. “Can we at least snuggle?”
“I think that would be okay,” she says with a smile. I turn the TV off and stand from the couch. I hold my hand out to her and she grabs it without hesitation.
“Can I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in,” Sienna asks as we walk into my room. I close the door behind us.
“Sure.” Walking to my closet, I grab one of my Savage Riders shirts. She pulls her shirt over her head, folds it and sets it on my dresser before slipping into my shirt. Shedoes some kind of female magic and pulls her bra out from under the shirt.
“Taking your clothes off in front of me is gonna make it hard to just sleep,” I tease her.
“Oh, I’ll make it hard alright,” she says with sleep in her voice. She freezes when she realizes what she said and shakes her head as if she’s scolding herself. I grin, trying not to laugh. She shimmies out of her pants. My shirt falls just above her knees and she looks fucking adorable. I grab a pair of sweats and head into the bathroom to change.
When I walk out of the bathroom, she’s made herself comfortable in my bed and is scrolling through Netflix.
“Are you comfy enough?” I tease.
“Yup,” she says. Her eyes are still on the TV. She turns to face me and pauses. I watch as her eyes travel slowly down my body and back up to my face.
“Don’t go getting any ideas in that pretty little head of yours.” I wink at her. She rolls her eyes and goes back to scrolling through Netflix. I climb into bed next to her and grab the remote. Turning on a comedy and turning the volume down a bit, I pull Sienna into my side so she’s lying on my chest again.
“Can I ask you something?” she says on a yawn.
“Sure,” I say as I slide my hand up her shirt and lightly rub my fingers across her back.
“Did you call me whiskey earlier,” she asks. Shit. She wasn’t meant to hear that.
“Yeah, I did,” I admit. There’s no point trying to hide it.
“Why?”
“Because the color of your eyes reminds me of it and when we first kissed, you tasted like it,” I tell her truthfully. It’s only part of it, but it’s all she needs to know right now. I feel her smile against my chest.
“I like that,” she whispers.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’ll be alright,” she replies.
“I didn’t ask that. I asked how you’re feeling right now,” I say.
