Page 93 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

You’re supposed to hate her, you brainless fuck.

“I smell stupid?” I go along with her nonsense.

She nods and drops onto her back. “Real stupid.”

“Will try to remember that.” I cut across my room and turn the light off.

“That’s not my bed,” she realizes when I reach her side.

“Well, aren’t you observant?”

I start by removing her shoes and turning on the lamp on the nightstand.

“But I want to sleep in my bed,” she protests. I don’t reply fast enough for her liking because she adds, “Did you hear me? I’m not sleeping here.”

“And I’m not leaving you alone to choke on your own vomit,” I counter.

She’s had way too much for me not to watch over her for the rest of the night. That and the thought of her sleeping anywhere other than my bed makes me want to peel off my own skin.

I spin on my axis, intending to go get her more water, but her hand grips my wrist, stopping me.

“Where are you doing?” she slurs.

I don’t bother correcting her. “To get you some water. Change while I’m gone.”

She lets go, and I make my way to my dresser. I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, because I doubt her bikini and shorts are comfortable enough to sleep in, and put the clothes next to her.

I’m back with her water minutes later. I find her lying on top of the covers in my T-shirt and sweats, with her cheek mashed against my pillow and her pouty mouth open.

There’s something addictive about seeing Hadley in my clothes.

Shit, I could get used to this.

“Under the covers, Hads,” I command, but she’s too far gone.

I struggle to get her body under the duvet for a few minutes, but she doesn’t make a sound or wake up. I figure she’s down for the night, and I could probably get in a quick shower.

I’m about to walk back to the bathroom when a quiet, breathy voice tugs at my cock. “Kane?”

I turn to see her looking at me through tired eyes, her arm held out in my direction.

“Yeah?”

“Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

I don’t reply right away, and she seems to think I’m going to say no because she adds, “Please?”

I wasn’t going to say no—I don’t think I could say no even if I tried—but I still play it off like I’m doing her a favor.

“Okay.” I climb into bed behind her but keep a good amount of distance between us.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. So, I just lie there and wait for her breathing to become regular.

A few seconds elapse.

Then she backs herself up into my pelvis.

Jesus Christ.