The stairs creaked under my weight, and I paused for the thirtieth time that morning.
“What are you doing?”
I sucked in my breath and looked up. Shay was at the top of the stairs, shirtless, and his sweats rested deliciously low on his hips. I managed a smile. “Experiencing a new term called ‘stairway of shame.’” I cracked a grin. “I’m going to call a cab to avoid that one.”
He groaned, scratching his chest idly. “Get your cute ass up here. I’ll change. We’ll get breakfast. I’ll give you a ride home.”
“You have your Jeep here?”
He nodded, yawning. “I got a ride to the bar last night.” He motioned for me to follow him. “Come on. I could use a shower, too.”
I followed him and somehow found myself in the shower with him, grabbing on to the showerhead as Shay was thrusting inside me ten
