Page 21 of My Grumpy Boss
A second later, he empties inside me with a groan.
I’m still clinging to him when he pulls out of me slowly. His hands wrap around my hips, and he rolls us until we’re both on our sides, our faces an inch apart.
Shyness settles over me. I lick my lips, keeping my eyes closed as I catch my breath. I’m not sure if I’m hoping that he gets up and leaves or not. It would make it easier if he left. I wouldn’t have to face the way I feel about him.
But if he left, I think my heart would break.
“You all right?” he asks gently.
I’ve never heard his voice so tender, and my eyes fly open to stare at him. “I’m good.”
“Sore?”
“Not too bad.”
He smooths my hair from my face. “Need anything?”
It takes everything in me not to say that I need him.
“No, I’m fine,” I lie.
He smiles and rolls over to climb out of the bed. I stare at his ass as he walks out of the room.
“Uh, are you okay?” I call, sitting up on the mattress.
“Yeah, just checking to see if you have a bathtub.”
“Oh... uh, why?”
“It might help with any soreness,” he says, poking his head back into the room.
I stare at him in shock. “You’re going to run me a bath?”
“No.” He smirks. “I’m going to take a bathwithyou.”
My mouth drops open as I hear the water turn on in the bathroom.
“What have I gotten myself into?
SIX
Hudson
I can’t rememberthe last time I was this happy.
That realization hits me Sunday night while Hazel is curled up against my side on her couch, stealing fries off my plate while some reality show plays quietly in the background.
Actually, no, not happy.
Peaceful.
That’s the word for this feeling in my chest.
I’m content, like something inside me finally settled this weekend, like I found the thing I’ve been working myself to death trying not to notice was missing.
Her.
My girl.
