Page 83 of The Wolf Prince
I said it.
Go me.
Grimm goes completely still.
His eyes darken.
“I shouldn't.”
Oh.
The little bubble of courage inside me pops.
Oh crap, what was I thinking?
Chapter Nine
Just because he stared at me all night doesn't mean anything.
“Yeah, of course.”
I turn toward my door.
“Um. Goodnight.”
Get inside.
That's the plan.
Simple.
Turn around. Unlock door. Enter house. Retain whatever scraps remain of my dignity. Unfortunately, humiliation apparently makes me move faster than coordination allows.
I shove my hand into my purse for my keys and somehow catch the lining instead.
Everything falls out.
Everything.
Wallet.
Lipstick.
Phone.
Tissues.
Three pens.
A packet of emergency chocolate.
Seven loose peppermints.
And, because the Goddess has personally decided I haven't suffered enough tonight, a tampon rolls directly toward Grimm's expensive shoes.
“Shit.”
I drop to my knees.
