Page 22 of Truth or Tequila (Grand Slam 1)

“No.”

“And self-awareness issues.” She nods as she kicks off her shoes and crawls under the blankets.

“I thought Gentry said you were in PR, not psychology.”

She lets out an appreciative moan as her head sinks back into the pillows. It takes every bit of discipline in my body not to crawl in with her. She seems to be the perfect combination of sweet and smoldering hot.

“I can do both,” she says, smiling as she pulls the blankets up to her chin. “Whatever you need.”

Whatever I need? Fuck. I think I’m going to need a lot but this isn’t the time for that discussion. I can tell I’m going to have to take baby steps with her.

“Would you like me to tuck you in again or can you do it yourself this time?”

She squints at me again. I don’t think she remembers much about last night. She has her eyes fixed on me as I back up toward the door. She looks like she’s ready to bolt if I make any wrong moves. I stand out of the way, so she can see me turn the lock.

“Locks from the inside. See? You can check it when I leave.” I turn off the lights as I close the door. “Go to sleep now, Sophie.”

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