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He leans a hip against the counter and crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Strip.”
Chapter 14
Greyson
The look on her face is priceless.
Excuse me? She signs.
I take a few steps and point behind her. “Bathroom is there. You need out of those wet clothes.” I know she can read my lips in the light, so I don’t sign.
I’m fine. She lies.
“Stop being stubborn. I’m not gonna watch you get undressed.” I grin. “Towels in the cabinet. Take a hot shower and I’ll get you dry clothes.”
I turn and leave, before I do something I’ll regret. Like join her.
I would never intentionally put her in that position. If I had known she had company the night I decided to get drunk and toss caution to the wind, I would have gone about it in a different manner. Regardless of how strong my feelings are for her, she’s not the kind of person to cheat. Not after what happened to Whitley. She’s very sensitive about it. I know she’s probably already been wracking herself with guilt about the kiss.
Doesn’t mean I enjoyed it any less.
I move through the house, turning on lights as I go. I jog upstairs to my old room and grab some sweats and a sweatshirt from my college days. I check the bottom drawer and grab the pair of socks I keep in the same spot. I guess I was just waiting for the day I could put them to good use.
I hear the bathroom door open just as I make it down to the kitchen. The coffee was done so I remove the pot and cross over to her. The door is barely cracked, and I can see her wild blonde hair when I approach. My gaze drops to her hands, which clings to a flimsy as fuck towel. Is that a hand towel?
I hold up the clothes inches away from the gap. I was coaxing along her next move.
She finally huffs in irritation, and pulls the door open enough to snatch the clothing from my hand, then slams the door in my face.
I chuckle and go back to making her coffee and putting a small pot on the stove to make her some soup.
My hands slightly tremble when I turn the dial on the stove. I tried my best to keep memories from that awful night at bay but seeing her freezing….and alone.
A twinge deep in my gut makes me wince. That night was all a disaster. One misunderstanding after another that led to me doing things I regret.
I brace my hands on the counter and take a deep breath. A throat clearing has me standing again, and I motion for her to sit at the table.
She pads through the kitchen with my sweats that are three sizes too big and lime green fuzzy socks. She casually sits down before lifting her hands.
I can’t believe you still have these.
She lifts her leg, twirling her ankle around.
I shrug. “You gave them to me.”
Her eyes meet mine and the only sound in the room is the boiling liquid of the chicken soup on the stove. A lone piece of blonde hair falls across her face and her lips purse, blowing it out of the way.
I clench the countertop, trying everything I can to avoid picturing those lips wrapped around my cock like I have on multiple occasions. I pour her soup in a bowl and pick up her mug of coffee. She watches me with a careful gaze as I place both items in front of her, then take a seat on the chair across from her. I rest my forearm on the table, watching as she wraps her hand around the warm mug. The diamond on her finger reflects from my kitchen light, reminding me how long I’ve been denying myself. Denying her. So, I meet her eyes and ask her a question.
“Have you called your fiancé?”
She freezes and I can see it all over her face. She forgot about him.
Just like any time we’ve been in the same room since she was seventeen. No one else existed.
Chapter 15
Tilly
