Page 73 of Shattered Veil
Brother... One is more gorgeous than the next...
“Go put some fucking clothes on,” Eoghan barks.
“Eoghan, my love, your brother has a blanket around his...” Jillian slides her hands over his shoulders. “I don’t want to see anyone’s you-know-what but yours.”
To my shock, Eoghan takes her mouth with reckless abandon like we’re not in the room.
“Jesus Christ,” Balor grumbles, and pulls me away.
We climb the stairs with our hands linked. In his bedroom, he sits me gently on his bed. “Tell me the truth, how do you feel?”
“I got dizzy. I thought she was here to... Be with you. I saw you in a towel, I thought that meant you were waiting for her. My heart just went offline.” Tears clog my throat until I’m sobbing like a child.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Oh, butterfly.” Balor holds me. “I’m sorry.”
“I thought that was payback for me spending so much on your credit card. I don’t plan to keep most of it. Especially the jewelry. I’ll return it all later today.”
When I stop crying, he wipes my eyes. “You’ll do no such thing. I told you to buy what you needand want.”
His shower-fresh skin smells so good and his warmth melts against my cheek.
God, this is embarrassing.
I bet if Balorhadordered an escort, she’d look exactly like the woman downstairs.
And I’m sitting here with no makeup, yoga pants, and I smell like a kale smoothie.
I gulp down the last of my pity tears. “I almost...outed you. Your tastes.”
He exhales. “I think Eoghan knows what I’m into.”
Am into. Present.
“Have you...since we—”
“No.”
“Why?”
We lock eyes, and his stare holds so much weight that it makes my lids heavy.
“Never mind.” I break away. “I need the bathroom. I need... Holy shit, where’s my shirt?”
“It had something green on it, I took it off you.” He runs the fabric of my cami between his fingers. “I noticed it was an old shirt. Same as these stretch pants. Why aren’t you wearing your new clothes?”
The box left at my door earlier flashes before my eyes. I have so few clothes that weren’t in that box. But that will open a conversation about how much I spent on clothes he technically bought for me. Clothes I really don’t want. But I also don’t want a wardrobe from my past.
What do I want?
“I don’t need anything fancy to work. I’m just waking you up and cooking breakfast,” I say to get out of my head. “I’ll let you finish getting dressed.”
Balor’s fist tightens the blanket slung around his waist. His face turns hard as granite, his gaze straying to the bedroom door. “As you wish, Ella.”
I stand up and look at the closet. “Your clothes are hanging up on the back of the door.”
He steers me to his bedroom door, but his eyes widen when the sounds of moaning fill the hallway. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Use my bathroom. Please.”