“My brunette?”
With a hiss, she pushes herself up from the bed and yanks off the jacket. She closes the distance and shoves it at me. “Thanks.”
She starts to walk away, but I grab her hand, pulling her back. Her eyes drop to where my fingers curl around her wrist, then flick back up to mine.
“Stay.” I manage to say.
“Sean will be looking for me,” she replies, already shifting toward the door.
“Is that really why you’re leaving?” I ask, stepping a little closer.
She blinks at me. “What?”
“You left me on read. Why?”
“Your text was boring,” she says flatly.
“Boring,” I repeat, letting my eyes roam over her face. “What did you want me to text, Allison?”
She swallows, fidgeting slightly. “I… don’t know.”
I inch closer, letting our skin brush together. “Then tell me… what do you wan
