"Thank you for doing this. Why are you being so nice to me?" she whispers softly with a hint of curiosity in her tone and I feel like I have to whisper back. It’s like any second this bubble we’re in will pop and all the noise will come rushing back.
"You need me, and I need you." I realize I'm staring intently into her eyes, and fuck if my emotions aren't all over the place. "It's that simple, Princess. Be my fake girlfriend, and I'll help you with whatever you need." I drop the lock of her hair that I'm playing with and stand up, rubbing the back of my neck as I flash her a smirk that says I'm willing to help her with anything.
She rolls her eyes at me, but I think she can see past my bullshit attitude, and that fucking scares me like no other. I don't want these feelings every time she's within reach of me.
"I think I can handle it from here… Captain?" she says with a disbelieving expression on her face.
I’ve already turned around, heading towards the door to escape because everything feels too real and I don't want these feelings, but her tone stops me just as I'm about to walk out. I glance over my shoulder to see her eyebrows pinched as she looks down into the water.
"What's up, Princess? Need me to help you?" I ask with a sarcastic smirk as I spin back around, but my words came out as more of a purr. She looks up at me real quick and flips me off, but she’s shaking her head with a small grin. Damn, once again, she sees me.
"You put me in the tub fully clothed. I'm in the tub with my clothes on." She starts laughing, her head thrown back, and her contagious laughter makes me chuckle and eases something inside of me.
I'm so fucked, and not in a good way.
"Just now realizing this? Would you rather I’d stripped you naked and watched a blush work it’s way up your body, covering those perky breasts and those nipples that beg to be sucked?" I ask deeply, trailing my gaze down to her waist that’s beneath the water and slowly taking my sweet time with my gaze climbing up her body until I’m staring into her wide, beautiful eyes again. I'm back in asshole mode so she can start hating me again. It's better that way for us both.
Her cheeks turn light pink as her laughter trails off at my words, and her nipples peek through her wet clothes at my words, which my gaze latches onto. She crosses her one arm over her chest as she scowls at me while her other hand waves me away.
"Granger." She gets all growly as she narrows her eyes at me, and I want her to chant my name with that growl as I pound into her wet, delicious pussy. "You're unbelievable. Get out so I can get dressed… Oh, can you get me some clothes while you’re at it?" She bites her bottom, pouty lip, and I notice the uncertainty in her eyes at this whole situation. It’s a clusterfuck, but we can make it work.
I can't help but wonder what made her run into the middle of the night, in the rain, with nothing but the clothes on her back. I can't look away from her, and I drop the act for a second.
"Are you going to be okay?" My voice comes out softer and deeper than usual, my gaze roaming over her face and waiting for her answer.
"Yeah… Can we talk after I get out?" She looks away from me, wanting to hide her tear-filled eyes, but I've seen the pain, grief, and shame already in one glance.
"Whatever my girlfriend wants, she shall get," I tease her, hoping to see any other emotion on her face, and breathe easier when I see her glance back at me with another eye roll.
Women and tears don't mix well with me, so what the heck am I supposed to do? Pat her back and say ‘there, there’? Get chocolate? Fuck if I know.
I turn back around with a wink and head to my room to get her my sweats and t-shirt. They’ll be a little big on her, but they’ll have to do for now. Her shout reaches me just before I turn the corner into my closet.
"That's fake girlfriend to you!"
Damn, I love her sass.
10
Kat
By the time I’m warm, it takes a lot of effort to get out of the tub because it’s comforting and safe, but my fingers are turning into prunes. I’m still short of breath from how Granger stared at me. It’s like he wants to strip me naked and take his fill, but at the same, time he wants nothing to do with me. It’s confusing as hell, but when my own mind can’t decide what it wants, I’m right alongside him in this mess. Plus, I’m still embarrassed about barging in on him. I didn’t know where to go or who could help, but coming here felt right.
With a sigh, I stand from the tub and get out with a shiver as the cool air touches my skin. I quickly shed the wet clothes from my body, but it’s a struggle with everything sticking to my skin like a coat of paint. Wrapping a
