Off balance, Grayson took the full hit and went down onto the bed but he didn't let go, hauling Isla down with him, one arm locked around her waist.
The mattress dipped hard beneath their combined weight. Isla, terrified of the sudden drop, flailed for anything to grab onto, fingers closing around fistfuls of his shirt.
Which also happened to include a solid handful of chest muscle.
Grayson, caught off guard by how thoroughly she'd just groped him, felt every ounce of restraint he'd been holding onto start slipping fast.
The second Isla heard his low, strained exhale, she realized exactly where her hands had landed.
I am so dead. So, so dead.
Mom, there's no coming back from this. I am officially the p*****t here.
Thump
They both rolled off the bed entirely.
Isla landed hard on to
