Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
That and I thought she hated me.
Could I do it now? Could I keep how I truly felt about her under wraps, or would my real feelings leak out?
Spending time with her like this was risky. After all, merely living with her had made my feelings for her grow so much that sometimes it hurt to even look at her. It was hard enough as it was to not let her know the truth.
Especially like this with her lying next to me in bed, fast asleep. I could do nothing but lie here and watch her sleep, even though there was a noticeably big part of me telling me I was being a creepy fucking stalker.
I couldn’t help it.
Chloe was beautiful. She was always on the go, always thinking, always moving, so to see her at peace while she slept had my heart thumping like mad.
Some of her hair was caught on her eyelashes, and I reached over and gently pushed it back away from her face. She stirred, rolling her shoulder, and the action caused the covers to fall down and expose the upper part of her chest.
And some of the evidence of last night.
I pressed my fist to my mouth as my gaze fell on the deep red mark I’d left on her breast. I hadn’t realised how rough I’d been with her last night, and the lingering proof of my actions sent a shot of guilt through me.
She was going to kill me when she woke up and saw that.
Maybe she’d forgive me if I made her coffee.
I slid my arm out from under her neck and slowly got out of the bed, keeping my gaze on her to make sure I didn’t wake her. I managed to make it up without disturbing her, and I grabbed some clean underpants from the pile on the chair in the corner and pulled them on before heading down to the kitchen.
I hit the button to turn on the coffee machine and removed the milk thing from the coffee machine to clean it out. I needed to do something mundane to keep my mind off thoughts of last night before my dick got any harder and made it impossible for me to function.
What stupid prick told her to sleep naked next to him?
I refilled the milk thing with enough for us both and connected it back to the coffee machine, then made our coffees. I’d told her to sleep in, but I knew her well enough to know that it would never happen. I wasn’t sure Chloe could sleep in even if her life depended on it, especially since we had to work this afternoon.
Fuck.
I couldn’t believe we had to work on a Saturday. That was the one thing we were supposed to avoid while we were in Buckley Heath.
The machine finished pouring my coffee, and I grabbed both of our mugs and took them upstairs. I was fairly sure I could hear the floorboards creaking, and that meant Chloe was awake.
“Oh, I wondered where you were.”
I stepped into the bedroom and paused. She was standing in the middle of the room tying her hair up into a bun, completely naked.
And completely fucking gorgeous.
I held out her coffee and turned away. “Take that and get back into bed before I do something you’ll punch me for.”
She laughed, taking the cup from me. “It’s a bit late to punch you for anything like that, don’t you think?”
“If only,” I muttered, walking around the bed to my side. “Did I wake you?”
“Mm, not really.” She sat back against the headboard and pulled the sheets up to cover her body. “By the way, are you a vampire?”
Ah.
She was talking about the hickey.
“I guess you saw the hickey,” I said.
“Hickeys. Ssss,” she said, emphasising the ‘s.’ “Plural. Here, here, and here.” She pointed to two spots on her boobs and vaguely gestured to her thighs. “You’re a savage, Theo.”
I sipped my coffee. “Feel free to take revenge. An eye for an eye and all that.”
Chloe stared at me with her whiskey-coloured eyes. “I suppose I should be grateful you did them in places I can hide. I’d be screwed if they were on my neck.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I wasn’t thanking you.”
“I know, but you’re still welcome.”
She rolled her eyes and put her mug on the bedside table. “Speaking of being welcome, you never did tell me how you happened to have condoms in your drawer.”
I coughed and turned away. “Happy accident.”
“Theodore.”
Shit.
I was about to look like a giant pervert.
“I might have purchased some after I caught you peeping on me,” I admitted.
I didn’t need to look at her to know that she was glaring at me.
“You bought them after I accidentally stumbled on you in the shower? Are you a pervert?”
“I’m not sure you have grounds to talk about me being a pervert given you peeped on me having a wank, then got yourself off in your bedroom.”