Page 27 of His to Keep
“This is cozy,” she says, giving nothing away.
“That's one word for it,” I grumble, trying to ignore the way my dick is still standing at attention.
“You seem...” She glances down to where I’m tenting the sheet. “Well, let’s just say your body seems to be enjoying it more than you let on.” She wags her brows.
Deny, deny, deny. “Biological reaction, Princess. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Of course it doesn’t.” Her cheeks turn pink as she scoots away from me before springing out of the bed like the mattress is on fire.
My eyes immediately take in her barely covered form—I don’t care what she says, her so-called pajamas are damn near pornographic—and I groan. “Put some fucking clothes on, will you?”
“Sure thing, Jackass.” She rifles through her bag and mutters under breath before stomping toward the front door, instead of the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” I growl, hating how every little thing she does seems to keep me off kilter.
“My birth control isn’t in my bag, so I am going to see if it’s in my car, if that’s okay with you?”
I blush like a teenaged boy at the mention of birth control. “Perfectly fine.”
“Lovely, thanks for that.” She flings the door open and slips outside.
I finally haul myself off the couch and head into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I don’t make it two steps before Scarlet comes barreling back through the door and all but throws herselfinto my arms, damn near knocking me to the floor in the process.
“What the fuck, Scar?” I grouse, propping us both up against the wall.
“There’s…” she wheezes, “a n-note on my car.”
It’s then I notice she’s shaking like a leaf. No, it’s more than that. She’s full on trembling.
“Let me see it,” I demand, furious at myself for brushing off the noise I heard last night.
She passes the crumpled paper my way. I try to disentangle myself from her, but she whimpers and clings to me even tighter.
“I’ve got you,” I soothe, rubbing one hand over the length of her back. “You’re safe.”
“Am I?” she cries, and I swear to god, something cracks wide open inside of me at how utterly broken she sounds.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Promise?” She blinks up at me with wet lashes.
I tug her closer. “Promise. Now let’s make some coffee and talk this through.”
No sooner than the words leave my mouth, the sound of James fussing crackles through baby monitor.
“Oh-okay.” She’s still breathing hard. “I-I’m going to check on James.”
I don’t look away from her retreating form until I hear her cooing at James on the monitor. “Good morning, sweetness.” Her voice warbles, and I swear something pinches inside my chest.
“But first coffee,” I mutter, setting the note down on the counter. Something tells me we’re going to need it.
I wait for the machine to gurgle to life, count to five, and then pick up the slightly damp page and begin reading.
Seeing you with him enrages me. He doesn’t deserve you. Doesn’t deserve your smiles and damn sure not your tears. Every time he touched you, I envisioned breaking his hands. You’re not his, Petal… you’re mine.
I’d like to think I’m a patient man, but my patience is running out.
-Your Sweetheart
