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“Thinkthatwill scare her?” I close my eyes, more content than I ever remembering being.
“Shit, I have no idea. She does the opposite of what I expect half the time,” Griff grumbles, but I can hear the pleased tone in his voice.
“Well, looks like tomorrow could be an exciting day.” I curl on my side and mirror Quinn’s pose, even though I’m not really fully touching her, and allow sleep to overcome me.
Chapter 23
Griffin
I wakeup with Quinn pinned to my side. Her head is on my bicep while I’m flat on my back, not that I’m complaining. I couldn’t have been asleep long, though I’m not sure what woke me.
I can hear the heavy seesaw of Evan’s breathing right next to Quinn. I tilt my head down and see he’s curled around her like a child with a stuffed teddy. His leg is thrown right over hers, keeping her in place. It’s a wonder he hasn’t crushed her.
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Quinn murmurs, her voice sleepy. “He’s an aggressive sleep cuddler.”
A chuckle works its way past my lips at her description. “Want me to wake him up?”
“Uh-uh, he just took my pillow.” Quinn pulls her head off my arm and places it back on the mattress. Sure enough, Evan’s head is on her pillow.
I twist until I’m on my left side, facing Quinn, and scoot back a little, pushing my pillow closer to her. “Here, I’ll share.” I could get her another pillow, but I like her close to me.
Quinn just barely lifts her lashes and leans her head over. There’s not much she can do about the rest of her body, Evan is holding on for dear life.
She lets out a little sigh, nuzzling her head until she’s breathing against my neck. I freeze as her little pants of air warm my throat. A quiver of anticipation makes my pulse jump. Quinn isn’t even capable of biting me, yet the thought of her taking from me has me reaching over her and palming the back of her head to bring her closer. Quinn stirs again, her nose rubbing against my neck, and I’m about done for.
I imagine our positions switched, with my face near her neck, and my teeth ache with need as venom pools in my mouth. I let out a hoarse groan, and Quinn reaches over and pats my hip as if to comfort me from a nightmare. Her hand grows increasingly heavy until her fingers slip off and come to rest in the tiny space between our bodies.
I dip my face down and rest my lips against her hair, taking a quick inhale of her scent as I do. Fuck, I knew I wanted her, and once I taste her blood, I know nothing else will ever suffice. My stomach feels hollow, but the thought of drinking another bag of nondescript blood makes me feel like retching.
Evan was right, this human is terrifying.
I lie here for what feels like hours. Quinn barely stirs the entire time. I end up closing my eyes and counting her heartbeats until I eventually fall back to sleep.
Quinn
Evan’s dickis poking my butt. That’s my first aware thought. I’ve shifted a few times to try and wake him without making it obvious, but it’s no use. The man must sleep like a log. He woke me up a few times last night, sounding like he was sawing logs, but it was really just his snores. Thankfully, all I had to do was reach back and pat his thigh and he would stop.
I’m thinking I’ll need a more direct approach to wake him up now, although his morning wood is wide awake already. I open my eyes slowly. Where are all these thoughts of wood and logs coming from? Oh yeah, the trunk-sized dick poking my butt.
It would be so embarrassing to be a guy. I can’t imagine there being physical evidence like a boner every time I got turned on, not that I think he’s turned on now. Contrary to popular belief, erections, while sleeping, have more to do with increased hormones while in REM than it does a guy needing to go pee, or being extra horny, but testosterone levels do play a part in that.
Well, now I need to pee. First, I pull my face away from Griffin’s chest, doing a quick check to make sure I didn’t leave any drool behind. Satisfied, I start to shimmy down the bed until my toes feel the edge. Once I’m free from hands and other body parts, I sit up and inch down until my feet hit the floor.
I take a moment to orient myself. I’ve been in and out of Griffin’s bed enough times to know the bathroom should be over to my left. With sluggish, dragging feet, I shuffle in that direction, my hands out in front of me searching the dark just in case.
It takes me a few seconds to walk past the wall with my hands, but I find the opening to the bathroom. That comment about Griffin needing a night-light is true—well, not really, I guess. It seems he can see perfectly fine in the dark, and sadly, that needs to be the last night I sleep in his bed. I don’t want my head getting any ideas my heart can’t handle.
I push the door closed behind me before flipping on the light switch. I have to shield my eyes, it’s so bright.
My shirt has lost its shape, having been stretched out while I was sleeping, and it’s only now when I realize I was quite warm sandwiched between them and my back is clammy. Gross. I was probably sweating all night. A sleepy, dreamy smile covers my lips while I’m peeing as I think, if I were to ever sleep with them again, I should lose the pants altogether.
Glancing at my watch on the counter while I wash my hands, I see it’s still really early. When I’m done, I grab my bag. I need to head home, take a shower, and figure out how I’m going to handle the lock situation.
Sneaking out of the room is easy. I haven’t done many walks of shame—none, really, unless you count sneaking out of my boyfriend’s room so I could get to class without waking him, but the procedure is the same.
Quiet as a mouse, I tiptoe out of the room, only cracking the bedroom door enough so I can slide through the opening. I don’t look at the bed. If I did, I might be inclined to crawl back in, sweaty mess or not.
Escaping Griffin’s room is just as easy. I make sure the handle is locked behind me before shutting the door quietly. The hall is empty.
