Page 65 of Grizz
“Grizz.”
I look away.“You were hanging all over him.”
A smile graces her lips, eyes soft with understanding, and she lets me have that ludicrous accusation.“I was nothangingall over him.”
“He had his hands all over you,” I mutter.Or is that a pout?Jesus Christ.
“He put his hand on my back because someone bumped me!He’s mybest friend!He’s like Tanner is to you.”
“Yeah,” I snap.“Well, Tanner doesn’t touch me that way.”
“You do shower with him after games,” she quips, eyes twinkling.
I almost crack a smile, because she’s right.But I don’t.I’m still pissed and plaster that scowl on my face even harder.
She exhales, leveling a chastising look.“Why are you mad?”
“I’m not mad.”
She steps closer.“Grizz… we’re not exclusive.You said this was casual.”
I look at her then and something burns hot in the center of my chest.“I know that,” I say.“I know we’re not.”
She waits.She knows there’s more to say.
“But we’re exclusive now,” I proclaim, chest puffing out a bit.
Her breath catches, eyes rounding with surprise.“You can’t just declare that,” she snaps.“Just because you don’t like that my best friend is a dude, you can’t just change the nature of our relationship.”
“Yes,” I say, stepping closer, “I can.”
“And what does that even mean to you?”she asks, eyes searching mine.“Exclusive how?Exclusive why?”
“Because I don’t want anyone else touching you.I don’t want anyone else making you laugh like that.I don’t want your hands on someone else’s jacket, or someone else’s hands on your back, or—”
“Grizz—”
“I want your hands only on me.”
Silence drops between us and Daisy swallows.“So, you’re saying… you want us to be exclusive for sex.”
The defensive part of me wants to agree.The honest part refuses.“No,” I say quietly.“Not just sex.”
Her eyes soften, like she doesn’t trust what she’s seeing.
I drag a breath through my nose.“I don’t know what this is.I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.But I know I don’t want to share you.”
She takes one step forward.Then another.
“So,” she whispers, “exclusive?”
“Exclusive… for everything,” I answer.
She exhales.Then she grabs my jacket and pulls me down into her mouth.
The kiss is nothing like the others in the past.It’s hotter and rawer.Her mouth opens under mine, desperate and relieved and hungry, and I grip her hips hard enough that she gasps.
I walk her backward until she hits the wall of the restaurant’s brick alleyway.I cage her in with my body and she fists my shirt.I bite her bottom lip and she moans into my mouth like she can’t hold it back.Her leg lifts around my waist and I catch it instinctively, pressing closer, swallowing the small sound she makes as our bodies lock together.
