“You got it.”
“Just no muffins this—” Ronan’s comment cuts off with a loudoof.
“Ronan Byrne!”
I can’t stop myself from laughing. “It’s alright. I’m terrible at baking. I’m not ignorant to that.”
“Honesty, baby girl. Have we learned nothing?”
I watch her cheeks flush as she tries to hide behind her scarf. It’s adorable. I love it here, and I just know I wouldn’t be happier anywhere else.
Hours later, in the dead of night, I see Keoni’s headlights spill through the bedroom window.
I set my tablet down and throw the blanket off. I’ve been trying to get into reading since I’ve got so much free time. No one in the neighbors chat is very helpful, but at least Cal gave me a vampire book to try.
It’s good, darker than anything I’ve ever indulged in. She warned me to read the trigger warnings first, which I’m glad I did. Prepared me for… appendage feeding.
I’m already obsessing over the male main character, and the girl is badass, too.
I jump out of bed and make my way to the living room. I don’t need to make him dinner, Keo already texted me that he ate, but I’m just eager to see him.
And yes… kiss him.
And touch him.
Ugh. I’m so needy.
We haven’t used the things I bought at Bonny Bunny’s, or really touched each other, other than cuddling these past few days. It’s been nice, and I have no complaints—spending time with him in any capacity gives me pleasure.
That being said, I’m hopeful thatpromiseis still on the table.
The moment I flip the light on in the living room, he’s stepping through the front door.
“Evening, Keo.”
“Good evening, sunshine…” He catches my gaze before letting his eyes slowly roam down my body, covered only in boxers.
A low, desire filled groan slips through his lips. “Fuck me.”
“Are you asking?” I say, a slow grin forming on my lips.
I watch him slip off each boot with his toes, doing my best not to squirm where I stand. It’s definitely cold. Under the blankets beside him, this attire would be fine. Standing here alone, less so.
His eyes catch something, and a slow, menacing smirk spreads across his lips. “Your nipples are hard.” He shrugs off his coat, then the sweater underneath, leaving him in a T-shirt and pants.
Tilting his head, he drags his tongue across his upper lip.
Holy fuck. Why is that so hot?
“I can see your cock following suit. Mmm.” The way he groans makes my skin zing. “How’re you feeling?” He moves slowly across the space toward me, each step sending my body temperature up.
“Good… you? How was the rest of your day?”
“Day was okay. I’m amazing now that I’m home with you.”
My heart hammers against my chest.
“And a full two days to follow,” I breathe.
