Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“What time did you wake up?” I question, noticing her hair is damp but not wet, so I know she showered a while ago.
“An hour ago.”
Running my hand up into the back of her hair, I tilt her head toward me then whisper, “You should’ve woke me.”
“You needed to sleep.”
“You still should’ve woke me up, rather than bringing your sister in here to stare at me.”
Pressing her lips together, I can tell she’s trying not to laugh, and her eyes move over my shoulder before she mumbles, “Mom was talking to her about you before I got downstairs and told her you look like a movie star, and Morgan wanted to see for herself and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told her she couldn’t come into the room because you were sleeping.”
“She was in the room when I woke up,” I point out the obvious.
“Yeah, she made me mad, so I let her in to prove a point.”
“To prove a point,” I repeat, feeling my brows draw together.
“It’s not important,” she mumbles, trying to pull away, but I hold her in place.
“Kiss me then show me where the bathroom is.”
“Or what?” she asks, and I smirk at that, and her eyes drop to my mouth again before flaring. “Fine, but only because I want to,” she grumbles, kissing me briefly then pulling away.
Letting her go, I can see the confusion in her eyes, but I ignore it and move to sit on the side of the bed then stand, letting the sheet drop from my waist. Hiding my smile, I tilt my head to the side and prompt, “You see my boxers, baby?”
“Boxers?” she asks, licking her lips.
“My eyes are up here, Mags.”
“Your eyes,” she murmurs, and I laugh, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her stumbling into me.
“House is awake, baby. Everyone’s up. I’m sure they’re waiting for you and me to get downstairs, so as much as I’d like to bend you over the bed and fuck you, I can’t—not right now anyway. When we get back home, that’s a different story.”
“Right,” she whispers, dropping her forehead to my chest. “Dad and Mom want to go with me to drop off Morgan.”
“Good, I’ll drive,” I tell her on a squeeze.
“I’ll drive,” she mutters into my skin.
“Only two people can fit in your car, baby. We’ll leave your car here and pick it up when we drop your parents home.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.” I smile then kiss the top of her head. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Okay,” She shrugs then rubs her hands down her face. “I just want this part over with.”
“You’re doing everything you can, but in the end, it’s gonna be her choice if she gets better or not, and nothing you do will change that.”
“I know you’re right,” she whispers dropping her eyes from mine.
Using my fingers under her chin, I pull up. “You gonna be okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” I agree, knowing she will be. “Show me the shower and I’ll meet you downstairs when I’m done.”
“Okay,” she agrees, leaning up on her tiptoes and kissing my jaw before walking to the bed, nabbing my boxers from the mass of blankets, and tossing them at me. Grabbing her coffee from the side table, she opens the door to the room once I have my boxers on then heads down the hall and pushes open the door for the bathroom. Following her inside, I watch her grab a towel from the closet then a bar of some kind of soap from one of the shelves. “I’ll be downstairs.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Nodding, she runs her hand across my abs then disappears, closing the door behind her.
Once I’m showered, I head back to the room and open the door, surprised when I find Morgan sitting on the bed with her hands in her lap and her head bowed toward them.
“Morgan?” I question, and she jumps briefly then her eyes run up my chest and lock on mine. “Why are you in here?” I ask, trying to keep the annoyance I’m feeling out of my tone, and her eyes drop to her lap again as she speaks.
“I…I wanted to talk to you about Maggie.” Leaving the door open, I go to my pants and step into them then shrug on my shirt, waiting for her to say whatever the fuck it is she came to say.
“Talk,” I bark, and she jumps. “You were waiting in this room when I got out of the shower, Morgan, while your sister’s downstairs. I gotta say I’m a little pissed.”
“A little pissed?” she mutters like ‘Yeah, right.’
“Morgan,” I say, losing patience.
“Why are you with my sister?” she asks, looking up at me.
My fingers still on the buttons of my shirt and my eyes narrow. “Pardon?”
“It took me awhile to figure it out, but I know you,” she whispers the last part, and my nostrils flare. “Maggie wouldn’t know you, because she doesn’t go out much anymore, but I know you. Women talk, and they talk about you a lot.” She drags out the last word, taking me from pissed to furious. It also has nausea turning in my stomach, because she’s right.