Page 89 of The Silencer
I huff out an amused laugh and then fall down beside him. He turns and snuggles into me, his body still sticky from our mess, but I don’t mind.
Tomorrow when we wake, I’ll wash it off him in the shower.
And then maybe, I’ll fuck that dirty little mouth.
My arms wrap around him as the two of us fall asleep.
14
TATUM
Ican’t help but have a little skip in my step when I leave his room the next morning. He washed me in the shower, his hands sliding up and down my body, almost as if memorizing me. I feel the drag of his fingers across my skin even now.
And the way he pushed me to my knees and fucked my throat…
God, it won’t ever grow old.
How did I ever think that my ex, Brayden, did it for me? A weak man, who is too afraid of being his true self, who was ashamed of me.
Anthony is unabashedly into me. I can tell. He says he’s straight and yet he doesn’t shy away from letting everyone know who I belong to.
Speaking of Brayden, he hasn’t messaged me again, which is fine. I wouldn’t mind never hearing from him again.
I grab my homework from my room—as it’s nearing the end of the semester and I need to get my final projects and papers sorted—and make my way to the kitchen. As soon as I enter, I see Agatha bustling around, and standing at the island is Teddy in a frilly apron, a look of concentration on his face as he peers into the mixer.
“Oh my god,” I say with a giggle as I set my computer and books on the island and make my way over to my bodyguard. “What are you doing, Teddy?” I flick the lace on his apron and he grunts.
He peers up at me before going back to work, ignoring me completely.
Agatha pipes up as she hands me a plate of small cakes on some kind of fine china I’ve never seen before.
“Teddy’s a gem. He’s been helping me make some British cakes for Anthony’s visitor today. It has to be perfect. Kingston is British, you know?”
I don’t know, but I can’t peel my eyes away from Teddy. It brings a smile to my face and I feel another giggle bubble up inside of me.
“What kind of cakes?” I manage to ask.
“Well, this one is a bit of Victoria sponge. And this one is a lemon drizzle cake. Oh, and banoffee pie and seed cake.”
Teddy points to another, and Agatha grins. “And Teddy’s favorite, the scones.”
Grabbing one of them, Agatha stops me before I can place it in my mouth.
“You don’t eat this without jam and clotted cream, young man.”
“Clotted cream?” I ask, never having heard of it.
“Yes, we had it imported from a friend just for this. It’s not legal here, you know.”
“Really?” I ask and then do as she instructs, placing the cream on and then the raspberry jam before popping it into my mouth. A groan escapes me, and I lean forward dramatically.
“Oh my god, this is amazing. Why is this illegal? Teddy, you’re a genius.”
His cheeks pinken, but he continues to focus on his baking.
A cup of tea in a matching china cup is set down in front of me, and I take a dainty sip. My pinkie finger even goes up while I drink. I can’t help it.
“Glorious. Anthony’s visitor won’t be disappointed,” I remark as I take another small cake from the plate and swallow it down. Good fuck, if I keep living here, I’m going to gain a hundred pounds.