I was so delirious I was confusing God and Shakespeare.
Garrick came back, and even his frown was gorgeous.
“Bad news. The locksmith got held up, and won’t be here for another hour.”
I tried not to cringe. I failed.
He knelt, and his fingers ran up my shin, stopping a few inches to the right of my burn. Thank God I’d shaved. He took a deep breath, and released it slowly through his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then nodded.
“Right. Well, in that case, we should maybe take you to the Emergency Room.”
“What? No!”
What would Kelsey say? I went out aiming to have sex, and instead I ended up in the Emergency Room. FML.
“Bliss, the burn isn’t too bad, but if you don’t start treating it, it’s going to hurt like hell.”
I tipped my head back against the wall, and blew a stray hair out of my face. “ I don’t live far. We can just go to my place.”
“Oh. Okay.”
His grin eased back on to his face, and for a brief second I was too awash in other feelings to remember the pain. He continued, “We’ll have to be careful putting you back on the motorcycle. Wouldn’t want you to burn yourself again.”
I bit down on my bottom lip. “We don’t actually have to get on the bike.”
He gracefully arched one eyebrow.
“When I say I don’t live far. I mean that I live in the next building over.”
Both eyebrows jumped up then. His surprise only lasted a second before a different expression crossed his face—one harder to pinpoint that made the butterflies in my stomach start having seizures.
“Let’s go to your flat, then…neighbor.”
I felt weak in the knees, and not just because of the pain.
I swallowed, but my mouth still felt dry. He didn’t put his arm around me again, but his fingers touched my back lightly, and then stayed there as we walked. We arrived at my apartment in less than a minute. His hand dropped to my lower back as I rummaged for my keys, and for a second, I forgot what I was searching for.
Keys. To my apartment.
Which he was about to enter.
With me.
Alone.
To have sex.
Sex.
Sex.
Sex.
My fingers felt broken as I tried and failed to insert the key into the lock. He didn’t say anything. Nor did he take the keys from me—which was good, because that would have totally pissed me off. I may have been a mental, emotional, and physical wreck, but I didn’t need a guy to turn a key for me. His hand stayed calmly, gently, patiently against my back until I managed to force the door open.
When I stepped forward into the dark hallway, his hand didn’t follow. I looked back at him, standing on my porch, his hand now tucked casually into his pockets. His smile was crooked, endearing, and heart-stoppingly gorgeous. But he looked like he didn’t plan to come inside. This was it. He had changed his mind. Because I was a complete mess. Why wouldn’t he?
I took a breath, reminding myself that I was awesome. I was not insecure or shy. I was just a virgin. No big deal. And if I ever wanted to not be a virgin, I was going to have to have sex. Time to man, um… woman, up.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” I asked, eyeing him standing carefully outside my door. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re a vampire?”
He chuckled. “No, I promise the paleness is only because I’m British.”
“Then what are you waiting for? What happened to the guy who made me sit to find out his name and made it abundantly clear that he didn’t want me going back to my friend?” What happened to the guy who was bold in ways I could only pretend to be?
He took one step, so that he stood in the doorframe, and leaned against the jamb. “That guy is trying to be a gentleman, because as much as he wanted you to come back to his place and as much as he wants to kiss you—you’re hurt, and I’m afraid you don’t actually want me here.”
“You mean he’s afraid.”
“Hmm?”
“You were speaking in the third person, and then switched to first…” And I was rambling.
“So I was.” He was still smiling. What did that mean? “It was nice to meet you, Bliss.”
This was the easy out if I didn’t want to go through with this. If I wanted my virginity to see the light of day… again. He was turning away. All I had to do was let him go.
“Wait!”
He smiled a small, concealed smile, and raised that one eyebrow again.
I breathed through my fear. “If he’s trying to be a gentleman, shouldn’t he stay and try to help the injured girl who knows nothing about treating motorcycle burns?”
His eyes left mine to glance at my calf, and when he looked up again, his eyes found my lips instead.
“The injured girl is right. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”
Then he stepped inside my apartment and closed the door.
The light from the streetlamps outside disappeared, and we stood in the darkened hallway because my overhead light had been burnt out for weeks, and I still hadn’t replaced it.
I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he stepped closer. His hand once again settled in the small of my back, and he whispered in the dark, “Lead the way, love.”
Chapter Four
I stood in my bathroom in a tank top and underwear with my pants around my knees, on the verge of hyperventilating. Garrick was outside the door, and it was like he was a magnet. My heart kept trying to leap out of my chest toward him. He had told me to take off my capris, and that I’d need to keep from wearing tight clothes over the burn for a while. He had offered to help me get the capri pants off, but that made me feel like I was going to vomit again. So instead, I began wiggling them off myself, trying and failing to keep the fabric from touching the damaged skin.
I slid the material a bit lower, and bit down on my lip to try and silence a groan.
“Bliss?” Garrick knocked lightly at the door. “You okay?”
“Just peachy!” I said back.
I pulled on the pants again and gasped.
“Bliss, just let me help. You’re worrying me.”
I closed my eyes, trying to think of a way around this. Hobbling awkwardly with my jeans around my knees, I found a skirt with an elastic waist in my hamper. I pulled it over my head, and down to cover my underwear, and then took a seat on the toilet.
I felt my cheeks, certain that they were probably a mortifying shade of red. Nothing I could do about it now. I said, “Okay. Come in.”
The door swung open slowly, and Garrick’s head peeked around the corner, followed by the rest of him. He took one look at my rumpled skirt, and the jeans bunched around my knees.
Then he laughed. Raucous laughter, actually.
“This is so humiliating.” How was I ever going to have sex with him now?
He pressed his lips together to stop the laughter, but amusement still danced in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re in pain. You just look so…”
“Ridiculous?”
“Cute.”
I leveled him with a glare.
“Ridiculously cute.”
His grin was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help my begrudging smile.
“Alright. Now that you’ve had your laugh, help me take off my pants,” I said with the same sarcasm I’d been relying on since he entered.
Either he didn’t catch the sarcasm or he just didn’t care because his eyes fixed on me in a way that I could only describe as downright predatory. Suddenly, much more than my leg was burning up.
He stared at me for a moment before dropping his eyes, and clearing his throat. Kneeling beside me, he took my leg into his hands.