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I slide my fingertips upward and lean in, tilting my head the smallest amount to press a kiss to the skin where her shoulder and neck meet and whisper, “Wake up, Dimples.”
“Hmm,” she moans sleepily. “I don’t wanna.”
Chuckling, I kiss her once more and shift enough to roll her to her back. “Sorry, baby, but it’s time to finish our talk that was interrupted.”
Apricot stiffens and blinks her eyes open, looking pissed and sexy at the same time. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Nope. Today, I’m all yours, and we’re gonna talk, get dressed, and go out on the bike.”
Apricot’s head jerks back against the pillow, and she gives me this shocked expression and whispers, “You’re going to take me out on the bike?”
“Yeah, I am. But first, we’re gonna talk,” I state sternly.
“I need coffee. I can’t talk or function without coffee,” she blurts, shaking her head, and pressing her hands against my chest. “I also have to brush my teeth and hair.”
“Dimples.” I smile, seeing this as a tactic to hold off on not talking. “You can do your shit in a minute. Our talk won’t take long.”
“Grimm.”
I shake my head and tilt my head down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Listen to me, Dimples, I know what I said yesterday was a shock to you, but it’s all true. You’re mine. Have been for a long time, and I’ll admit, I’ve been a dick about it and to you.”
“You think?” she mumbles.
“I’m gonna make things right, and we’re gonna see where this goes between us,” I declare, stroking her cheek with the side of my thumb. “We’re going to spend time together, here and at the clubhouse. I’ll take you out on the bike, whatever, but I don’t do dates. You wanna go dancing with your friends, cool, I’ll take you, but I ain’t dancin’. You get what I’m sayin’?”
“Um, let me get this straight, you want me to be yours, but you won’t take me out on a date?” The way she quirks her brow is cute as hell because I can tell she’s getting ready to work herself up.
“Yeah, I don’t date. Never have,” I answer honestly.
“So, you’re saying you won’t take me out for dinner, to a movie, or shopping?”
“I’m saying I don’t date, Dimples. You wanna see a movie and it’s one I’d see, sure, we’ll go. It’s something I don’t, get a friend to go with you. We’ll go eat, but I ain’t goin’ to some fancy place where I gotta dress up. If I can’t wear my cut or boots, you won’t catch me there. As for shopping, fuck no, unless it’s the grocery store. Even then, I ain’t wasting time picking between brands. Now, does that answer your question?”
“Why don’t you date?” She cocks a brow, tilting her head slightly.
“Dating’s for high school and whatnot.”
Apricot seems to take in my answer and gets this knowing look in her eyes. “If that’s the way you see dating, then what would we be classified?”
“Apricot,” I grumble, knowing what she’s doing. “Told you already. You’re mine. Means you’re my woman. And I don’t share.”
“Does that mean you’re also mine? Or do I have to share?”
“Woman. You know better than that.” I growl, getting directly in her face. “I’m not a cheater. I told you, you’re mine. It also means I’m yours. Now, do you fuckin’ get what I’m saying?”
Apricot smiles brightly and nods. “I see, Blaine ‘Grimm’ Kingston.”
I tense at her stating my real name. No one until Tripp said it yesterday has ever used it. Not since Rock and Hydra pulled me out of my spiraling life. “Do me a favor, Apricot, and don’t call me that again. That man is long gone. Dead to the world.”
“Why?” she whispers, the smile vanishing from her lips.
I press a kiss to her lips, jerk away, and climb out of bed. “That’s a story for another time. Not when I need to get my woman some coffee.” There’s no way I’m telling her that shit. Not now, and if I have it my way . . . not ever.
CHAPTERTEN
APRICOT
“Dimples, where you want this big ass pot at?” Grimm asks, holding one of the pots I’m going to use for my display.
