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I stood there at the side of the bed as I waited for her to lower her hands, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as one hand lowered slightly, until one of her eyes peaked out, and then she asked, “You mean that?”

I grinned, “The only thing I’m going to remember, is that if you give me you, I plan on researching your books, and doing all those things to you.”

And with that, I lifted the covers, and crawled into bed, then covered back up, and settled on my back.

Once I was done moving, I reached for the lamp, flipped the light, and sighed. I paid a mint for this bed, and not once have I ever regretted.

Turning my head, I looked at Birdie, to see she still had one hand covering her face, “Baby girl, stop worrying. You don’t know this, but you had me hooked the moment I walked into the bar and saw you for the first time. Heard you whisper fuck when you saw you had grabbed the bottle of tequila instead of the vodka. Now, you said you liked being in my arms, they are right here and ready for you to do the taking.”

I opened them for her, and it took her a beat, she breathed deeply, then let it out, and then, slowly, she moved.

The rest played out like a fucking Hallmark movie.

Her head went onto my chest, her body curled against my side, her leg was laying on top of my thighs, her arm around my waist.

And once she was comfortable, she let out a small sigh.

I know I told her that I would be hers in secret, if that was what she wanted, but it was the farthest thing that I wanted. However, having this, with her, you’re damn right I would be okay with it.

Then, without another thought, my body, and my mind followed her into blissful sleep.

Chapter 9

Birdie

It took me a moment to realize where I was exactly.

But once I did, I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face even if I wanted to.

Nothing but tanned, golden skin was the only view I had.

The smell from something that was entirely Abel was electrifying.

Thankfully, I wasn’t one of those girls that had to have coffee first thing in the morning before I even felt human.

And I was glad I was human this very morning.

Never, not once in all my years could I remember ever waking up and feeling… happy.

I hadn’t realized I had shifted a little, not when I felt Abel’s arm tighten around my side making sure I didn’t go anywhere.

And then, I smiled.

And snuggled back into Abel’s warmth.

“Mornin’,” And damn, what I wouldn’t give to be able to wake up to this man every morning.

Because I have never seen him look more handsome than when he does first thing in the morning.

His hair was mussed.

His eyes were bleary.

And never had he looked more vulnerable than he did right then.

And for a man like Abel Black, for all he had told me a few weeks ago, I knew that it was huge.

Major.




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