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This time his eyes don’t stray from my face, helping me stand and wrapping me in a large towel, warming me up.
I lift my leg trying to step out of the tub, but he swoops me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
“I’m going to get your bed wet,” I remind him when he sets me on the edge of the bed.
He hands me a T-shirt, and bends down in front of me, on his knees. “What are you doing?” I ask him.
He just smirks at me, lifting my feet gently and sliding them through the legs of the sweatpants.
I don’t bother hiding my smile because this was just so sweet. I stand up and let him pull the pants up, his eyes on me making sure not to take a peek.
I want to drop the towel and show him my nakedness again, but I refrain from doing so, barely.
I liked the way he looked at me when he saw me. It made me feel sexy for the first time in my life.
The only word to describe me is plain, normal but then he made me feel something completely different.
I felt desirable.
“Lift your feet.” He slides his hand along my shins to my feet and slips on a pair of white socks that are massively big on me but so comfortable.
“Terror, you’re so sweet to me.” I can’t help but voice it, because he truly is. “No one has ever treated me with such care.”
Not even when I was little do I ever remember someone taking the time to help me dress.
“You will never know anything different from now on; you’re a fucking queen, remember that.” He grasps my chin in between his fingers, making sure I have his full attention.
I lean forward and hug him tightly. “What am I going to do with you?” I kiss his cheek, loving when I hear him take in a small, sharp intake of breath at my touch.
He takes the white T-shirt from me, I drop the towel and his eyes fall straight to my breasts.
He raises his fist and bites it dramatically. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”
I laugh and take the shirt slipping it over my head not bothering to slip my bra back on because he has already seen what God has given me.
“Got to let you see what you’re getting yourself into,” I tell him, with amusement in my voice.
His eyes land on me. “Darlin, I know exactly what I’m getting myself into and I’m one lucky fucking bastard. That is without a single doubt.”
Well shit, now I am the one breathless.
“Now, let me get you fed before I eat you for dinner,” he says bluntly, and my mouth falls open dramatically.
My face is burning. “I can’t believe you just said that,” I hiss to him and let him pull me off the bed.
He laughs. “Why? I would eat you for every fucking meal.” He gives me a heated look. “You are delicious.”
My mouth falls open even more. “I didn’t know men even did that,” I tell him.
Now his face is showing his absolute shock and he clutches his chest. “Tell me you’re fucking joking?” he asks.
I laugh. “Honestly no. I just thought that girls lied because back home no man that I knew of did it.”
He looks up at the ceiling. “This is the most insane thing I have ever heard.”
I shrug my shoulders and we walk down to the living room where he plops me down onto the couch. “Sit your ass here while I get our food. I also need to process the bullshit you just spewed at me,” he says gruffly.
I watch him walk out of the room and into the kitchen, my eyes wide that it actually made him upset.
