Miracles do happen.
“Quiet as a fucking mouse,” I whisper, pointing to the shower.
“Yessir.” She gives me a mock salute and stares pointedly at the door.
“What now?”
“Out.”
I bite back a grumble, but I’m shaking my head as I slip out to go stand in the hall as she showers. I suppose it’s wise to stand guard, but fuck it if I hadn’t been fantasizing about joining her in there.
Warm water. Steam. Suds.
Jesus, cock, could youpleasecalm the fuck down?
I shove a hand over my dick, pressing it against my thigh as I scan the hallway like a sniper on a recon mission. With a hard on. Which seems unlikely.
Haven comes out of the shower three business days later, and walks past me in a fresh-scented cloud, wet hair gleaming, my old football jersey draping her to mid thigh.
Worth it.
I wait until she’s inside my room, door closed behind her, before rushing inside for the fastest shower of my fucking life.
Yeah, I want to be with her.
But that’s not why I’m scrubbing myself like a lunatic.
While she was in the bathroom, I was doing a mental checklist of all the shit in my room, trying to figure out if there was anything disgusting lying around.
Crusty socks. Crusty tissues. Crusty boxers.
Unfortunately, my brain was too busy being hot-wired by my dick. I spent more time thinking about Haven’s plump ass and bouncy tits than anything else. The sounds she made when I was fucking her. How it felt when I rammed home, filling up her tight pussy with my cum.
Remembering too late about the thing I stole from her Land Rover the other night. The thing I’ve been too shit scared to open, because I already knew what’ll be inside. The thing Ishould have tossed out days ago, but I kept…just like all those photos of her on my phone.
Haven’s Activity Log.
Chapter 59
Kai
I have a hotline straight to the celestial favors department tonight. When I rush back into my room, Haven isn’t going through my things, about to or already having discovered the book I’d stolen from her.
She’s curled up in my bed.
And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She looks so fragile, nestled in my sheets like that.
I’m about to tell her I’ll throw her out if she snores, but then I hear her soft breathing, and realize she’s already asleep. Carefully, I slide in behind her, wincing when the bed creaks under my weight.
Staying propped up on one arm, I stare down at her shadowed face.
Listening to her breathe as my mind reels.
It’s happening.
It’sfinallyfucking happening.
