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By the time she got him to his bed, he was only about half-conscious. The last of the alcohol finally catching up with him. Even on the edge of consciousness, he attempted to continue what they'd started on the dance floor pulling her down on top of him after he fell into bed.
Katie's entire body shook with laughter while Muscles lay beneath her, his arms splayed out on either side of him. Struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Okay, Muscles," she said patting his chest. "Time to say goodnight."
She slid to his side bracing herself to stand when he turned toward her wrapping her in his bulging arms and pulling her against his chest.
"Stay," he whispered. His lips grazed her lashes.
"You're drunk." She looked up, into those stormy oceans now more black than blue and caught her breath at the sincerity she found in them when he asked again, "Stay?"
"You're down for the count, Muscles." Even if the tent pole in his pants still stood threatening to break through his fly. "Maybe some other time."
She pushed her hands flat against his chest to leave but his pecs flexed against her palms as he held her still. "Please. Stay." The sincerity she'd found in his eyes coated his words.
Wait… Did he honestly just want her to stay the night and not expect to get anything out of it?
Katie wasn't exactly sure what to do with that. Walking away from sex was easy. It sucked giving up that physical connection her body ached for. But it didn't hurt. This, on the other hand. Staying, just to… stay… To let him cuddle her? Keep him company? She couldn't. Closing the distance she required to protect her heart—her plan. It meant risking everything.
A lump formed in Katie's throat as he settled beside her. His arms held her firmly. Hands not searching for a hem or a zipper to undress her. She liked it. Just being held—wanted without expectation. She'd turned to physical connections many times to relieve stress. It had worked. But this…
Katie melted into him.
This relaxed her in an entirely different way.
Though it scared her, she wasn't ready to give it up just yet.
"I'll stay for a bit.” She rested her head on his bicep the size of her head.
"Hey, Blondie?"
"Yeah?"
"Who are you?"
"That's a pretty big question for such a drunk brain. You sure you can handle the answer?" She wouldn't have dared answer a question like that when he was sober. Him not knowing who she was kept her from getting in too deep. It kept her focused. Her plan remained unchallenged.
Katie knew her limits. And a relationship? On top of school and being an RA? Too much.
They had a good thing going here. This guy didn't even know her name. And drunk off his ass, he'd probably wake up thinking their time had been nothing more than a dream.
So why not indulge him a little? At least she'd get a good bitch in. A decent substitute for not getting to work out her frustrations any other way.
A moan deep in his chest vibrated against her palm eliciting a giggle from her own chest.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said and told him about her day with Professor Poopface.
Chapter 5
Isaac had done his best to listen to every word Blondie said but with the start of each new sentence he'd already forgotten the one that had come before it. Even if he couldn't remember what she said, he could remember the feeling he had when she said it. Calm. Concern. Anger. Joy. Pride.
Panic joined the other emotions. Not because of anything she said. But because he wouldn't remember any of it. She hadn't told him her name before, what if she had since? What if he couldn't remember it in the morning and she hated him for it?
Shit.
He shouldn't have had so much to drink.
He fucking cared about her.
