He’d gone to text her several times, but what the fuck did he say? He didn’t do small talk. He didn’t text.
Although there were several times as he was jacking off that he’d wished he could hear her speaking to him. Maybe he should have video called her and had her touch herself while he watched.
But he had a feeling she might be too shy for that. It was too soon. Fuck, what was he thinking? It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. He could have fucking called her and asked.
Instead, he’d just done nothing . . . and now it was Friday and she was probably thinking he was never going to text or call.
Yeah, he was shit at this. Fuck, he was shit at non-relationships. What would he be like with an actual relationship?
Get it together, man.
He knocked on her door and heard some shuffling. He straightened. Was there someone in there with her? What the fuck?
Jealousy flooded him along with a large dose of possessiveness.
Not yours, asshole.
But if there was someone in there . . . he took a step back and forced himself to breathe.
“Gray?”
He raised his gaze up to meet hers. What was she wearing? She looked like a giant, purple teddy bear.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“What? Oh, this is my comfy tracksuit. It’s so soft. I wear it when I’m just lounging around at home. Do you like it?”
It was bright purple with some pink on the front. And it was fluffy. It even had a hood which she’d pulled up.
Yep, she looked like a fluffy teddy bear.
“Ahh, it’s cute.”
Her cheeks filled with red and she glanced at him nervously. “What are you doing here?”
He noticed that she wasn’t fully opening the door. Was there someone in the room with her? What was she hiding?
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not happy to see me then?”
Her eyes widened with horror. “What? No, of course I am. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m so sorry.” Her very real chagrin over the idea that he’d taken offense made him feel guilty.
“Don’t be sorry,” he said. Fuck, he was tired. “I went to The Edge. I thought you would be there.”
“Oh. Was I meant to be?” she asked, looking confused.
“No, I just . . . it was stupid.”
Fuck. He couldn’t tell her that he’d been thinking about her, that he’d missed her.
This was sex. Purely sex.
Although, he was unsure why he was still thinking about fucking her when she was dressed like a giant teddy bear.
That was slightly disturbing.
Her face filled with softness. “You look tired.”
“I’m fine,” he barked.