"Reese, are you awake?"
She's waving her hand in my face, and I realize she's been talking while I've been fantasizing about her.
"Ah, sorry," I say. "My mind wandered. What were you saying?"
"You asked me what a grey is. I explained, you missed it, and I'm not super inclined to tell you again."
"I'll listen this time. You have my word." Assuming she doesn't smile again, making that dimple reappear. All bets are off then.
All her clothes might be off too.
Except I promised Chance I wouldn't do that. Damn him. Chance has no right to tell two adults what they can and can't do. Or maybe I'm making excuses because I lust for Arden's body.
She taps my nose with her fingertip. "You're not listening again."
I realize she's right and smack my forehead. "Sorry. Don't know what's wrong with me today."
"Maybe it's jet lag."
"Could be." It's not, but at least that sounds like a good excuse for my behavior. "Let's try that again. What is a grey?"
"An alien."
I blink a few times while I watch her, because I can't believe she means what it sounds like she means. Maybe she's referring to immigrants from another country. That would make a lot more sense. Though I'm not aware of another country that has grey people in it.
She must mean grey hairs. Right? But how would that be an alien...
"What do you mean by 'an alien'?" I ask.
"An extraterrestrial being, as in a living creature from a planet other than Earth. They have grey skin, spindly arms and legs, and big black eyes."
She's looking at me like I'm the one who's a little crazy.
"Extraterrestrials," I say, still trying to come to terms with that one. "You actually believe grey aliens are visiting your bedroom in the middle of the night."
"No," she says with a faint laugh, like that's the dumbest thing she's ever heard. "Of course not. I'm not sure they abduct people either, but I completely believe alien life exists and that it's possible they've visited Earth."
"Do you really sleep with aluminium foil on your head?"
"That would make me insane, so no, I don't do that. It was part of the test, which you passed." She wiggles her bum like she's trying to get more comfortable. "Don't you believe in anything unusual? Things you haven't seen or touched yourself?"
"I believe your tits are beautiful and soft, even though I haven't touched them."
Her lips crimp like she's trying not to smile. "I offered to have sex with you, and you turned me down."
"No, I delayed making a decision." I fidget but can't get rid of what feels like a rock under my arse. I suppose it's a figment of my imagination, which is warning me to steer clear of Arden and her edible body. "I promised my brother I wouldn't touch you. He swears Elena will be devastated if I corrupt you."
"Corrupt me?" She laughs outright this time, and it lights up her expression. "You're so cute. I told you about Rod and Jack. How can you think I'm innocent and incorruptible? I have a filthy, filthy mind, and you'd probably blush if I told you the things I've imagined doing with you---and to you."
Her gaze flicks down to my cock.
And of course, that makes blood rush into it.
What has she been imagining doing to me? Since she looked down there, I'm guessing---hoping, maybe praying---she wants to get her mouth on me.
More blood rushes south.
"Let's go outside," I suggest. "For a walk. We can keep talking while we do that, and fresh air will be good for both of us."