Theresa was passed out by the time we got back to her place. I dug through her purse and found her keys, then gathered her up in my arms. I walked up the steps and unlocked her door, then proceeded to duck my head into rooms until I found hers. I laid her down on her bed and slipped her heels off, tossing the red-bottomed stilettos into the corner.
I didn’t even know she owned shoes like that.
I slid her underneath the covers, and her eyes fluttered open. I pulled the comforter up to her chin, but she moved with lightning speed. She grabbed my arm and pulled me down toward her, knocking me off balance so that I landed on top of her. Our lips crashed together, and her tongue forced its way between my lips, and I faltered.
For a second, I groaned, allowing myself to taste the sweetness of her body.
The veins in my groin were pulsing, and my hands were sparking with fire. As her tongue massaged the roof of my mouth and ran over my teeth, I groaned heavily into her. I wanted to fall into bed with her, to strip the tight fabric from her and watch her curves spill over the edges of my body.
But she was drunk, and she would probably regret it.
Like last time.
I didn’t want to be her mistake. And worse, I didn’t want her to feel she had to apologize for how she felt. I pulled away from her kiss and looked into her eyes, memorizing the hazy way she looked up at me. There was admiration and confusion and so much want. I memorized how it looked in her beautiful doe orbs. I reached up and unwound her arm from my neck and settled her back into bed, watching the white-hot disappointment fill her eyes with tears.
She curled up onto her side as I stepped away, and hearing her sniffle made my heart drop.
I walked over to her door and stopped. I turned back toward her and saw her shoulders shaking. She was crying, and every part of me wanted to kiss her tears away. I didn’t want her crying over me. I wanted her begging, moaning, and calling out my name.
“Please stay, Grant.”
It was the faintest of whispers. Like the trailing of a prayer on the edge of an oncoming storm. My stomach fell to the floor as I reached out for the doorknob. If only I could.
If only she meant it.
I stepped out into the hallway and shut the door before I made my way down the hall. I locked the doorknob on her front door before hanging her keys on a key rack on the wall. I closed the door behind me and made my way down to the car as my hands balled into fists.
Fuck all of this.
I needed to get the hell out of this fucking town.
CHAPTER 15
THERESA
Holy hell, my head hurt. It was pounding against my skull as my eyes forced themselves open. I looked over at the clock and saw it was almost lunchtime.
I’d slept that long.
A furious pounding came at the door, and I groaned. Who in the world was trying to knock down my damn door? I knew it wasn’t Ike. Ike would’ve used his key to storm in here and up to the room. And Grant wouldn’t have the balls to knock on my door like that. He didn’t have a reason to be pissed. He was the one who had turned me down.
But Hollis?
Shit. It was probably Hollis.
I slid out of bed and grabbed my robe, tying it off around my waist. I smoothed my hair back from my face. The pounding was relentless and only added to the anger I was feeling inside. The thing was practically shaking on its hinges when I opened the door in his face.
“What?” I asked.
He held out a set of keys and dropped them into my hand.
“I got your fucking car back home. Grant said I needed to bring it by,” he said.
?
??Want a tip?” I asked.
“What the hell’s wrong with you? What were you thinking last night?” Hollis asked me, anger and worry plain on his face.