Page 99 of Falling for the Grumpy Bad Boy

“The people in the next room might disagree.”

“Oh God.” I buried my face against his chest. “I’m mortified.”

“Don’t be. It was sexy as hell.”

This was it, I thought. This was the beginning of us, really and truly us. Not just a month-long fling or a casual hookup between two people with great chemistry. This felt like the start of something real, something that could last beyond whatever came next.

I didn’t care what anyone else thought. Opinions were like assholes—everyone had them. No one was going to tell me it was wrong. I didn’t care that he was older than me.

“Rhett?” I said softly.

“Mmm?”

“Thank you for letting me in. I know it wasn’t easy, talking about your family.”

His hand stroked my shoulder. “Thank you for not running away screaming.”

“Where would I go? I’m in my pajamas.”

“Good point.”

I pressed another kiss to his chest. “Besides, I told you—I don’t care where you come from. Only where you’re going.”

“And where am I going?”

I looked up at him, noting the vulnerable edge to his question. “Wherever you want.”

“Stay tonight?”

“Try and make me leave,” I said, already settling more comfortably against him.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”