“I’m not sure I can drive,” I said as I tried to hold my smile back.
“Do we need to go to the doctor?”
Panic set in. “No! Um . . . I just need to get back home.”
“Okay, I’ll drive,” Meagan said as she opened the passenger side door. Slipping in, I couldn’t believe how easy this was going to be. Meagan was so wrapped up in my ankle being hurt, she wasn’t even thinking that I couldn’t drive her home.
Sitting on the couch, I turned the television on and let out a deep breath. My lack of sleep was finally catching up to me and I was fighting to keep my eyes open. I could hear Meagan making something in the kitchen and I smiled at the idea of her messing around in my kitchen every day.
She walked around the corner holding a tray. “Okay, here ya go!” she said with excitement in her voice.
I sat up as I watched her put the tray down on the coffee table. My eyes widened at the sight of a bowl of noodle soup, hot chocolate, two pieces of toast with honey drizzled over the top, two chocolate cookies that I was almost positive I bought like three weeks ago, and was that a protein bar?
“Meg, baby, I hurt my ankle. I’m not starving to death.”
With a giggle, Meagan flopped down on the couch next to me as she grabbed a piece of toast and the hot chocolate. “Doesn’t chicken noodle soup help you with everything?”
Glancing between the soup and the beautiful girl sitting on my couch, I felt my chest tighten. I wasn’t falling in love with her, I was already in love with her.
“If I had the flu, yeah. But I have a twisted ankle. Soup isn’t going to make the pain go away.”
Meagan looked at me through her eyelashes as her eyes danced with fire. “What would make the pain go away?”
An idea popped in my head as I leaned back and looked up toward the ceiling. “Let me think.” Snapping my fingers, I pointed to Meagan as she raised her eyebrows.
“You can pay me back.”
Pinching her eyes together, she asked, “Pay you back for what?”
“I think I should get a dance since you got one from me.”
Meagan started laughing. “What? Are you insane? I’m not dancing for you, besides you used to do it for a living.”
Reaching down, I rubbed my ankle and moaned. “The pain. It’s so bad, I don’t think I’m going to be able to even sleep.”
With a probing gaze, Meagan cocked her head to the side and shook her head. “You’re not even hurt, are you?”
My eyes drifted over to the window. The snow was coming down so hard now I knew there was no way I’d be able to take Meagan home. My eyes were burning as I forced myself to stay awake. I didn’t even know how many hours I had been up at this point, but my body was for sure beginning to feel it now that I was sitting down.
“It might be feeling a little better. The only way to know is if you shake that sweet ass of yours.”
Meagan’s teeth sunk down into her lip as she moved her eyes over my body. “Do I get to pick out the song?”
My dick jumped as I sat up straighter and got my sixth wind. “Yep, you’ve got song choice.”
Stay. Cool. Grayson.
Standing, Meagan flashed me an evil smile. “Okay. Give me a second here to think.”
I closed my eyes as Meagan made her way over to her phone. Please don’t let me be asleep and dreaming.
My body jumped when Meagan cleared her throat. “I need to change out of these jeans.”
I tried like hell to swallow the lump in my throat as I simply pointed to my room. Meagan headed toward my bedroom as I dropped my head back and stared up at the ceiling. What song would she pick? Would she really get into this? God, I hope she doesn’t touch me because I don’t think I can keep up with the whole goddamn best friend thing.
“Ready?”
Lifting my head, my mouth fell open as I took in the sight before me. Meagan had changed into one of my T-shirts that fell to the middle of her thighs. My eyes moved down her body as I moaned and adjusted my hardening dick.