Page 81 of Play Dirty

“You can, you know. You can sleep with me if you’d feel safer.”

“I am not sleeping with—”

“Just sleep,” he cut me off. “Alongside me. Not with me.”

Relief flowed through me, locked suddenly in a mortal battle with disappointment.

I shook that last thought aside, even as Grayson drew closer.

“You’ll need to kiss me first, though.”

My breath caught.

“Kiss you? Why?”

“Because I don’t get into bed with a girl, unless I’ve kissed her.”

My expression twisted into a scowl.

“Sounds… juvenile.”

“It’s policy.”

“Whose policy?”

“Mine.”

Sometime during our conversation, the hand holding my wrist had slid up my arm. His fingers traced lightly over my skin, before settling just below my elbow.

“Unless you’re afraid,” he shrugged. “Again.”

“Of you?” I scoffed. “No chance.”

“Then do it,” he said simply. “So we can get to bed.”

Get to bed.

A ball of excitement flared in the pit of my stomach. We were dangerously close now. Our faces floating together, as the electricity built between us.

There was no denying that electricity, either. Not anymore.

“If I kiss you, it’ll mean nothing,” I told him.

“Do it, then.”

I sighed. “But…”

Grayson didn’t just look at me, his eyes captured mine. They were so strikingly blue, incredibly deep.

They made me feel woozy and breathless, like I were standing at the edge of a cliff.

I found myself falling into them.

“Fine.”

The word barely left my lips before I moved. Not fast. Not hesitant, either. Just…

…inevitable.