Page 57 of Crash
It was getting easier, and by the time I fell asleep in his arms, I never wanted to let go.
Twenty-Three
Lincoln
Shit, this felt good. Waking up next to Violet.
Opening my eyes, I shifted only to find my legs tangled with hers. Her head was on the pillow, hair all over the place, her T-shirt was twisted and her lips were parted. She looked so innocent and so fucking hot all messed up like that.
Like she knew I was looking at her, her eyes opened, and she stared at me for a while before sighing.
“Sleep okay?” I asked. I know I had.
“Yeah,” she murmured. “What time is it?”
“Just after six.”
“Six?” She buried her face into the pillow. “Seriously?”
“Not a morning person?” I asked, but I already knew that. She always had a coffee in the mornings—black, no milk. And she’d complained that night I’d stayed over, saving her from spiders and watchingIron Man.
“Not really.”
“I’d love to pull a sickie and stay here all day, but Ash’d have my head,” I said, rolling onto my side.
Violet peeked at me, one eye shining in the early morning light. Moving underneath the covers, her hand appeared, and she placed her fingers on my cheek, lightly tracing the spot where Ash had clocked me one.
“It’s still red,” she whispered.
I was too wrapped up in the fact that this was so easy between us to care that her brother had punched me. Something had changed drastically, and I was fuckin’ happy as a clam. Vee had opened up to me and let her guard down. The usual color that flooded her cheeks didn’t appear as she placed her palm against my face. She was still in there. I knew it.
“I’ve had worse.” It was a part of my job, and a little right hook didn’t worry me in the slightest, but I could tell she was still pissed that her brother had had a go. It was the way men dealt with shit. We had a little fight about it, got a couple of shots in, and then we got over it. Easy.
Her eyes narrowed, but she let it go. “Do you need a shower?”
“I can get one at Pulse,” I said. I’d rather lay here with her for a few more minutes. This whole just sleeping with a woman was totally getting me off, and I knew I’d been right when I’d told her things would feel so much better with the right person. Right now, Violet was so right.
She moved against me, and I tightened my legs around hers.
“Stay a sec,” I murmured.
“I better let you go,” she said, and I could tell by the tone in her voice she was having another moment of uncertainty.
“I don’t have to go,” I said. “I’ll give you a lift into work.”
“What about—”
I gave her a cheeky wink. “Better give you one back home too.”
“What about breakfast?”
“We can grab something on the way.” She opened her mouth, and I shook my head. “Have a shower, Vee. I’ll still be here when you get out.”
“Don’t you have to go home first?”
“I have some spare clothes at Pulse,” I said. “No problems. Now get.”
Untangling her legs from mine, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed across the room. My gaze fixed itself firmly onto her ass as she disappeared into the walk-in closet. Damn, she was a tiny little thing—slight, but with a nice round ass and really nice tits. She didn’t even understand how beautiful she really was. Natural.
