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I turned back into the bedroom in time to see her discarding her bra into her open suitcase. She was naked except for her white cotton underwear, and I looked away when I caught a glimpse of her breast.
I turned my back to her and undid my trousers, kicking them off, then peeling off my socks right after. I left them in a heap on the floor and grabbed the shorts I’d been sleeping in, plus a t-shirt from the drawers closest to me.
Then got into bed, still not looking at her.
I’d left my phone in my pocket on the floor.
Ah, fuck. It could stay there.
I heard Grace’s suitcase lid flip closed, and the bed creaked as she climbed in next to me. “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” she muttered.
Her words ended with a slight knock as she put her phone down on the side table, and the room plunged into darkness when she turned off the light.
“Careful,” I replied. “Or I’ll roll over and spoon you, and you’ll see just how stupid a prize I won.”
“Don’t you dare spoon me,” she warned me. “Or I will bite you.”
“With the mood I’m in, I might like it.”
“William!” She tugged on the covers, stifling a giggle. “Stop it.”
I grinned into the darkness. “Why? Are you tempted?”
“I’m not sure I should answer that after two glasses of wine.”
“Two? Is that the first two, or the second two?”
“Both. All two glasses.”
I chuckled quietly. “All two glasses. That’s a new one. You’re right, though—perhaps you shouldn’t answer. The striptease was probably a bit more than you’d normally do.”
“That was not a striptease!” Grace rolled over and prodded me in the back. “If you think that’s a striptease, you’ve had a very sheltered upbringing.”
“Maybe I have. Are you telling me you’ve seen a real striptease?”
“I’ve been to hen nights,” she replied vaguely. “Might have been dragged to a strip club once or twice against my will.”
“Ah, so you’re an expert.” My erection wasn’t quite as prominent as it was minutes ago, so I rolled onto my back and looked at her, catching her gaze in the darkness. “It was still a striptease, though. A baby one.”
“It was not!”
“A striptease is stripping designed to tease someone else. You did both of those things, ergo it was a striptease.”
She pressed her lips together. “You were teased?”
“Feel free to find out for yourself,” I replied dryly. “It won’t be difficult.”
“Did you just invite me to touch your penis?”
I fought back a laugh. “I suppose I did.”
“Thank you, but I’ll pass right now.” She pressed her face into the covers. “Jesus, this is all a mess.”
“Go to sleep, Cinderella,” I said. “Before you talk yourself into doing something you’ll regret in the morning.”
“Like what?”
“Go to sleep.”
