Oh yeah, at last. I hobble over and sink down with a groan. The ceiling spins a little, and I can’t help but lean back and squeeze my eyes shut until I’m sure I won’t toss my cookies all over her sofa.
“Shit, you don’t look so hot,” she whispers. “Let me bring you some water—”
I reach out blindly, find her arm and grip it. “Gimme a sec. I’ll be okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” she says, her voice choked, “for all of this. If I’d been more careful—”
“Not your fault.” I crack an eye open. It’s safe. The ceiling has stopped moving. “It’s been a shitty couple of months, that’s all.”
“Why?” She doesn’t shake off my hold on her, instead bending and grabbing with her other hand something from the floor.
A first-aid kid.
I release her anyway—because what the hell are you doing, Seffers? Don’t be an asshole by taking advantage—and realize I’ve smeared blood on her arm.
“Fuck.”
She looks up, dark brows arching in question, and I gesture vaguely at her bloodied arm. She smiles. “It’s okay.”
The fuck it is.
“So what do I call you, if I don’t call you Manon?” Man, her eyes are the prettiest forest green with golden flecks and long lashes, and… damn, I shouldn’t be staring into them.
“Oh, I don’t mind it. You can call me that, if you like.”
I fucking love her name. Of course I wouldn’t admit it even if she tortured me with a Disney movie.
She takes my hand, and I flinch a little. Not even sure why. She’s gentle as she dabs ointment on the scrapes. “How’s your leg?”
I grunt.
“We should ice it. Let me finish with your hands, and you should undress.”
“What?” There I go again. Caveman. Not that I’d mind undressing with her.
“You’re wet, you’ll catch a cold. I’ll give you something dry to wear.”
Ah… right. “Your boyfriend’s clothes?”
She narrows those pretty eyes at me. “Okay, you know my name, and you know I have a boyfriend. How?”
“You’re Cassie’s friend.”
“Yeah, I am.” Her mouth twists. “And you are?”
“You don’t remember me? I’m crushed.” I put a hand to my chest melodramatically. “I’m Seth. Told you, I’m a friend of Jesse and Micah. Jesse is…”
“… the guy Cassie kissed against his will at Asher’s wedding. Almost caused a nasty break up between Jesse and his girlfriend.”
“Yeah.” I look down as she cleans my other palm. Her hands are small and fine, her skin so much paler than mine and flawless. Smooth like silk.
She puts everything back in the first-aid kit and puts it down on the carpet, her lashes throwing long shadows on her cheeks. She smells of rain and vanilla.
“I’m going to change.” She stands up. “I’ll bring you a towel and clothes.”
I nod and wipe a hand over my mouth as she walks out. Fuck, the thought of her undressing in the next room is driving me crazy. I’m pretty sure what I’ll be dreaming of tonight. It wouldn’t be the first time I wake up with my hand on my dick and images of her naked body flashing in front of my eyes.
But now I have her scent, the feel of her soft skin, the color of her eyes lodged in my mind. It’s gonna be a mega-porn production.