Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
She’s standing in the doorway with her red hair loose on her shoulders like she just shook it out of a ponytail. She has the most adorable freckles on the bridge of her nose and along her cheeks. They highlight her spectacular green eyes that shine so brightly as they stare at me.
I’m getting lightheaded as I watch her. My body is craving this girl. It’s desperate for her.
Every breath is searing through my lungs as her delicious scent fills this bathroom.
Even my bear is stunned. He doesn’t seem to be moving inside me at all. Normally, he lashes out at the sight and sound of any stranger, but with her… shit, with her, everything has changed.
“Sir,” she says in that adorable voice. “My toilet. Please. It wouldn’t be very nice to repay my kindness by breaking my toilet cover? Toilet hat? Whatever it’s called.”
I come to for a second and lower my hands. With my heart thundering in my chest, I manage to put the ceramic cover back on the toilet.
“Sorry about that,” I say. My voice is all cracked and haggard. It’s deep and throaty. Half from my injuries and half from her.
I don’t know why this girl is having such a strong effect on me. I don’t know why—
“Fuck,” I whisper when it hits me.
Her eyebrows raise. “You okay?”
This girl… She’s my mate.
Of course, she is. I’m certain of it.
I’m standing here like a total dope as I stare at her in awe. She’s perfect. She’s fucking perfect.
She’s wearing a white collared Polo shirt with stains all over it. Black pants and there’s a waitressing apron around her waist with money, a notepad, and a couple of pens sticking out of it.
“You’re a waitress?”
She looks me up and down and I’m suddenly very aware that the only thing I’m wearing is a pink towel wrapped around my waist. My hair is a wet mess and my skin is still dripping water onto her tiled floor.
“At the diner downstairs,” she says with a nod. “And you’re…”
Not worthy of you.
“I’m just… passing through town.”
“Uh-huh,” she says with a nod and a skeptical look. “And an hour ago you were a naked man bleeding in a dumpster.”
She looks at my fresh wounds and nibbles on her bottom lip. I have to look away or I’m going to get hard and there won’t be any hiding my massive towering erection behind this thin towel.
“How about I go make some coffee while you finish up in here?” she says as she steps back out. “You can get your story straight while I find something for you to wear.”
I’m unable to speak as she closes the door. The breath gets knocked out of me as it clicks closed. I grab the sink, my whole body tight as I stare into the mirror. My eyes look… different.
There’s no longer that golden hue to them. They’re back to the blue they were before my bear lost it. I feel different too. More… in control. Less tight. Less on edge.
Even my bear is calm. He’s not snarling or growling or trying to claw his way up. He’s just calmly watching from inside, completely chill. This feels strange. It’s eerie.
I grab the towel and quickly dry off. I towel dry my hair and then look around for something to put into it. It’s been so long since I’ve worried about how I look and I’m not sure what to do. I find some hair mousse and squirt some into my palm. I run it through my hair, wincing as I raise my arm.
My girl knocks on the door again. “I have some clothes for you.”
I tie the towel around my waist and open it. The stunning sight of her wracks my core and seizes my heart once again. I swallow hard as I grip the door.
She looks so adorable standing there with some folded clothes in her hands.
“This is a giant sweater,” she says with her cheeks blushing. “Well, it’s big for me. Maybe it will fit you. I got it at a garage sale for a dollar. And I don’t have any pants that will fit you, but you can try these basketball shorts. I think they’re for men, but sometimes I sleep in them.”
My body stirs as I imagine her in those black shorts, sliding into bed, so vulnerable, so sexy.
“Thank you,” I manage to grunt out as I take them from her. My hand touches hers for a brief moment and we both feel the electricity. Our eyes dart to one another and she opens her mouth as she stares at me in shock.
“I’m going to go… make that coffee,” she says as she stumbles backward right into the wall. Her cheeks are blushing as she stares at me. Suddenly, her eyes are on the floor and she’s muttering something to herself. I watch her with my heart flipping around in my chest as she rushes into the kitchen.