“You’ve been out here all night?” I ask, surprised.
“Well…ummm…it didn’t feel right leaving you alone.” My hand goes to my chest as I feel a surge of happiness course through my whole body. I can’t believe he would do that for me.
“Awww,” is all I say as a smile grows on my face. It’s a dumb thing to say, but I’m so touched. It’s funny how that simple gesture has totally lifted my mood. “Thank you.”
He just shrugs as he looks down at his boots. It makes my smile grow even bigger. He’s cute when he’s embarrassed.
I step back, holding the door open. “Come in. I’ll cook you some breakfast.”
“Nah, I better get going.”
“Please. Just for a bit. It’s the least I can do.”
“Well, okay. Truth is, I’m starved.” He walks past me and I follow, closing and locking the door behind me. “Can I use the bathroom quickly?” he asks.
“Sure. You remember where it is, right?” He nods making his way down the hall. I head towards the kitchen so I can get a start on breakfast.
••••
Chase
Fuck me. My heart is still racing. I’d been fighting sleep for the past hour or so and had only just started to drift off when I was jolted awake by Angel’s alarm going off. It freaked me the hell out. All I could think was Riley had come back to get her.
I was out of the car and bashing on her door before my mind had even registered. The relief I felt when I realised she was okay was overwhelming. I didn’t mean to pull her into my arms like I did, but I was so relieved.
After taking a leak and washing my hands and face, I head back out to find her. I’m stopped in my tracks as I walk into the kitchen, finding her bent over retrieving something out of the fridge. The shirt she’s wearing has ridden up revealing a fraction of her white panties and her perfect little arse. Those sweet-cheeks I fucking dream about. Shit, what I wouldn’t do to be able to sink my teeth into them right now.
I quickly spin around and go back into the hall, adjusting my cock as I go. “Down boy,” I mumble under my breath. “We can’t go there again.” But fuck how I’d love to. Agreeing to come inside for breakfast was a bad idea. I take a minute to pull myself together before going back into the kitchen. Thankfully, she’s now standing with her back to me whilst cutting something up on the benchtop.
Seeing those long, bare, sexy fucking legs of hers doesn’t help my aching cock any. “Hey,” I say, alerting her of my presence. She spins around. The beautiful smile on her face hits me right in the chest. Christ, I’ve missed that smile.
“Oh hey. Sit, I’ll get you some coffee.”
“Can I give you a hand?” I ask as I walk over, standing beside her. She’s dicing up tomatoes, red onions, mushrooms and peppers.
“No, all under control. Hope you like omelettes.”
“Love them.”
“Sit,” she says, shooing me over towards the bar stools. There’s nothing I’d like more than to sit and watch her move around the kitchen, making me breakfast. We don’t eat fancy shit in my house. Not sure how my dick’s going to handle watching her though.
After wiping her hands on a towel, she makes her way over to the coffee machine. My eyes follow her every move. Fuck she looks sexy as hell this morning. She’s wearing a guy’s T-shirt. I wonder if it belongs to her ex? Why does that thought piss me off? I’d much rather see her in one of my shirts. I need to stop thinking like that. We’re friends, nothing more.
She places the coffee in front of me, “Black right?” snapping me out of my thoughts. Jesus, why does she have such a strong hold on me? I’ve never been a jealous man before, but here I am pissed she’s wearing another guy’s shirt.
“Yeah, thanks,” I say as I reach out to take it from her, adding a smile to mask my inner turmoil. My fingers brush with hers as I take it out of her hands. Tingles run up my arm, going straight to my dick. Shit. How can one small innocent touch have such an effect on me? Jesus, I need to get laid.
Angel quickly pulls her hand back, like she got burnt or something. I know she felt that too. I can see the shock on her face. Jesus Christ, I need to eat and get the fuck out of here.
“How’s your hand today?” I ask, trying to divert from what just happened.
She shrugs. “Still sore, but it’ll be fine.”
“You took the bandage off?” I ask.
“Yes. I ummm…had a shower after you left last night.” I see pain briefly cross her face, but she recovers quickly. The events of last night are obviously still troubling her. I feel anger rise within me again, as I think of that fucker and what he did.