Page 117 of Stay With Me
“You haven’t got a razor?”
She shook her head a smidge, and I loved the way her hair fell around her face when she did, and I forced myself not to move her hair behind her ear as I had read in so many romance novels. I had never felt the need to do that before, but it was all I wanted to do now. I wanted to feel her hair through my fingertips and tuck it behind her ear—girls in books liked that tosh. But I didn’t do it. Something told me she was not like every other girl. Instead, I slid my razor to her.
“You can have this one. It’s fresh. I haven’t used it.”
Take my razor. Take my body. Takemy heart.
You can have it all.
“Thanks,” she said, and we shared a smile. Damn, her smile. With a smile like that, she should always be wearing it, and I would always be here to appreciate it.
Nodding, I turned away, so I didn’t seem like a creep. I went into the shower and undressed before stepping under the water. She did the same with only a thin wall separating us—fucking torture. She was beside me naked.Naked!I had to turn my back to the wall, like that would have made a damn difference. I had to shut my eyes, but by closing my eyes only left my mind to its imagination. Her head was probably lifted slightly under the water, soaking her hair. The water was falling down her face, her neck, collarbone, breasts, curves.Fuck. I had to focus on everything aside from Mia naked so my knob wouldn’t get hard.
I looked down.
It was too late.
Dammit, Mia.
I hurried because if I didn’t, I knew I’d punch a hole through the wall and claim her in every way imaginable. Everything inside me already couldn’t handle being only inches away. The space. The void. I wanted nothing between us—not even air.
I hurried.
After turning off the water, I quickly dried off and pulled on my pants. Then I tucked my knob into my waistband, so she wouldn’t notice. I wanted to tell her it was her fault. I wasn’t always like this. Instead, I said, “I would suggest hurrying if you want to avoid rush hour.” But all I wanted was for her to come out here and see me, to talk to me. To allow for me to exist. But, she didn’t say anything. I pulled my shirt over my head and took one last hard look in the mirror at the chap who was forever changed by her. “Only giving you a heads up,” I added. It came out more like a plea.
I forced myself out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t breathe. We were too far apart, and that’s when I knew I was doomed. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but there was a recognition my heart could no longer be without. She was lost, but I would find her.
I’m right here, Mia. Stay with me.
To BeContinued…
