Page 123 of 10 Rings I Hate About You
She nodded. “Let me grab my coat. Come in.”
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
Delaney grabbed a lightweight, navy jacket from the couch.
Before she could put it on, I took it from her hands.
Her brows drew together. “What are you doing?”
I held it up. “Turn around.”
“I’m a big girl. I can put on my own coat.”
“I know you can.” I shook the fabric slightly.
She huffed, “Fine.” She turned, sliding one arm into the sleeve and then the other.
My hand slowly traced up her arm as I adjusted the coat, and she melted beneath the light touch. When I reached her shoulders, I lifted the curls caught beneath the collar and gathered them loosely at the back of her neck, exposing her neck.
I leaned in and brushed my lips across the sensitive spot I’d discovered yesterday that made her go wild.
“Marc,” she breathed.
I released her hair and turned her to face me.
Her eyes were soft, unfocused. She was remembering last night too.
My thumb brushed along her jaw as I studied her face. “Stay tonight.” The words came out quieter than I’d intended.
She blinked. “I … okay.”
Relief moved through me. “Pack a bag.”
She grinned. “I’m not running with you in the morning.”
“I don’t expect you to.” I couldn’t stop smiling. My cheeks actually hurt from it.
When was the last time I’d had this much fun with someone?
“Good,” she said. “Maybe I’ll make you do yoga instead.”
I shuddered. “Or God forbid, meditate.”
“God forbid.”
She turned away, and I gave her ass a light smack as she walked by.
Delaney stuck her tongue out at me.
“I have better uses for that,” I murmured.
Her eyes darkened.
“In fact,” I added casually, “why don’t you bring some of your toys tonight?”
She bit her lip. “Okay. I’ll bring my favorite.”
I leaned against the wall, expecting her to disappear down the hallway. Instead, she walked to the end of the couch, lifted a large piece of luggage onto it, and unzipped it to reveal that it was full.
