“Oof.” The breath rushes out of her from the shock. “Cal, what’s going on?” Her eyes show just how confused she is at my actions.
Explain this away, Cal.
“Is this Graham’s?” My words are short and full of ire.
Fuck, breathe.
“Ummm…” She looks down at her shirt, where I can just barely see a pair of lounge shorts poking out of the bottom. “I think so. It could be Demitri’s, though. I am not sure.”
“Take it off.”
“No, why would I do that?”
God, why do I love that she is fighting me? I can see a little fire in those green eyes. It is at that moment that I decide, if she won’t open her heart yet to me, I will push her to see this spark. I will make her see that she is strong and can tackle anything she wants.
I stalk off to my open suitcase and pull out one of my t-shirts. It is a worn-out navy blue University of Michigan shirt that just says “Hail”. If she needs a sleep shirt, she should be sleeping in mine.
“Here, wear this.” I hand the shirt over to her, and she just stares at it.
“What is wrong with the one I am wearing?”
“If I tell you, you will think it’s weird.” I stare at my feet because I know I have no right to be this mad over a shirt, but I hate seeing her in someone else’s clothes.
“Well, right now I think you're just insane, so I feel like any explanation is better than what I have right now.” I lean my head down to look in her eyes. I can’t resist staring into those beautiful greens.
“Well, you see…Seeing you in someone else’s clothes may have made me irrationally angry and jealous.”
Her giggle warms my heart. She takes my shirt out of my hand and heads for the small powder room off the living room. A few moments later, she comes out in my shirt, and my heart stops.
“Is that better?” She has a smirk on her face that tells me she thinks I’m crazy, but is okay with it.
“Much.”
CHAPTER 15
KYRA
Ican feel my cheeks heat at his reaction to seeing me in one of the other guys' shirts. When he grabbed my arm like that, my mind immediately went to when Mike grabbed me, but he instantly pulled me inside and let me go to shut the door behind me. As soon as I realized he was mad about my shirt, I instantly felt butterflies.
When I walked out of the bathroom, in his shirt, his eyes immediately filled with lust. Picking my bags up off the floor, I head back towards what I assume is the bedroom.
“So are you going to show me around, or just stare at me like you want to pin me to the wall?”Where in the hell did that come from, Ky?
“Do you want me to pin you to the wall, Sunflower?” He starts to stalk across the floor, his long legs eating up the distance between us. Stopping just outside of my arm’s reach, his blue eyes stare down at me. I can feel every ounce of fight leave my body when he looks at me like this.
Do I really want to keep Callum at arm’s length?
My body says no, but my heart says yes. Meeting his heated gaze, I slowly shake my head. In that moment, he releases a deepsigh and takes a few steps back. Putting more space between us than I would really prefer.
“That’s okay.” I can tell he is disappointed in my answer, but he is honoring it, and I can appreciate that.
“Thank you,” I whisper quietly. He takes a few quick steps back towards me, and I think that he decided to kiss me anyway. His arm reaches out and just brushes a lock of my blonde hair back away from my cheek and tucks it behind my ear. Before removing his hand, he brushes it along my jaw just for a second.
“You never need to thank me for honoring your wishes. You have complete control in this situation. You don’t want me to touch you sexually, that’s fine. But you do know where I will be staying if you decide to change your mind. Now onto that tour.” He grabs my bag off the floor where I dropped it and waves a hand over his shoulder. “This way to the main bedroom.”
I follow him into a large bedroom. The whole space is very open. The kitchen and living room are one large open-concept space. Just off the large main area is a small hallway with two doors. These must be the bedrooms. The bathroom where I changed appeared to be the only bathroom in the space, because his belongings were still scattered over the vanity top.
“This here is the bedroom I have been sleeping in. I changed the bedding out when I came in here earlier and threw the used ones in the washer for you.” He swings the white door wide open and lets me in.
