Page 69 of Love is Blind

I can tell by the way his body stretches under mine that he leans over and reaches for something.

“Ten to three.”

My head shoots off his chest.

“I have to get back to Emmy’s,” I say, throwing the sheet off my body. The damn thing is so twisted around my legs, that I nearly fall off the bed trying to untangle myself from it. Luckily, Ghost’s reflexes are on point, though, and he winds an arm around my waist, pulling me away from the edge.

“Babe, I’m too fucking tired to go to the emergency room so can we try not to break a leg getting out of bed.”

Yes, I agree. There is absolutely no time for that.

Kicking the sheet off the rest of the way, I blow the hair away from my eyes and turn to him.

“Do you think Emmy is still here? I can catch a ride with her.”

“Catch a ride,” he repeats, then mutters a curse under his breath. “You ain’t catching a ride with anyone. Why can’t you just spend the night here?”

Aside from the fact, I really don’t want to run into his ex again, I start work tomorrow—er, I mean today.

“I can’t show up for my first day of work dressed in the same clothes as I wore the night before. What kind of impression would that make?”

He chuckles.

I really fucking love that sound.

“Birdie, Holly ain’t going to give a fuck what you’re wearing so long as you show up.”

That may very well be true, but still. She was nice enough to give me a job, I don’t want to fuck it up. I cross my arms against my chest.

“I’m not asking you to take me home,” I say. “If Emmy isn’t around, I can call an Uber. Voice command apps are my best friend.”

“You really want to go home?”

“Ghost, if I stay here, we’re probably going to have more sex.”

“I’m not seeing the problem.”

“I need sleep. I need to take a shower and prepare myself to learn all the things.”

“All the things.”

“The recycling things.” Another laugh escapes his lips. “As much as I adore that sound, you’re going to give me a complex.”

“I’m sorry, I’m being selfish. It happens a lot, but if you really want to go home, I’ll drive you. I gotta grab the keys to my truck so you can take Lucy home with you.” He pauses, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I think she hates me.”

I angle my head.

She did bark a lot during the sex-a-thon, even howled that last time.

Chapter Seventeen

Ghost

Dead on my feet,I climb out of my Chevy Silverado, and kick the door shut. I hit the lock on the key fob and round the front of the truck, coming to a pause when I see Wiz straddling his bike. He kills his headlights and rips his helmet from his head, sliding the chin strap over the handlebars.

The exhaustion plaguing me only a moment ago quickly disappears as I call out to him. He turns his head and throws his leg over the bike.

“Yo,” he greets.

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