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Annabelle
Lying sated on Declan’s chest, I try to calm my heart and my head.
With his hand tracing circles on the bare skin of my back, I try to shake away the crazy thoughts that are running through my mind.
That was so much more than sex.
I know I said I was ready for this, but am I?
My black swan is back, smoking a cigarette and sipping champagne. “Stop overthinking. You’re going to ruin the post-sex euphoria. Just enjoy the orgasms,” she lazily tells me.
My white swan is straightening her tutu and fixing her bun. “Guard your heart. Learning to fly took years. Crashing and burning only takes one wrong move. Are you sure you’re ready to take that leap? Do you think he’ll catch you if you fall?”
My insane thoughts are interrupted by a beeping coming from Declan’s phone. He reaches down to the floor and pulls it out of the pockets of his shorts, swipes something then places it on my nightstand.
I lean up on my elbow and soak him in. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. It’s my warning. Eight forty-five. I’ve got to get to bed. I’m sorry, Belle. I wish I didn’t have to leave.” Declan sits up, his beautifully sculpted back on full display.
God, I love a strong back.
My black swan sips her champagne. “Just ask him to spend the night. Imagine all the orgasms.”
My white swan grabs the champagne flute and pours it over the head of her nemesis. “Time to make a decision, Annabelle. Are you ready to fly again?”
“What time do you get up in the morning?” I ask quietly. Timidly. Unsure.
“Six. Why?” My heart stutters at the confused look on his face. This man goes from sex-god/athlete to clueless man so quickly, and I’m unwillingly falling for both versions of him. I’m falling for all the sides of Declan Sinclair.
I run my shimmery purple fingernails around his left nipple and watch his skin break out in goose-bumped flesh. “Because if you wanted to, you could just sleep here. God bless Tommy. One of the things that kid is exceptionally good at is sleeping in, and Sundays are the only day he gets to do it during the school year. He won’t wake up tomorrow morning before eight.”
When Declan doesn’t answer right away, I begin to rethink my offer.
Fuck flying.
My heart was safer with both feet firmly planted on the ground.
But when those midnight blue eyes of his crinkle at the corners as he smiles at me, my head and my heart slow down.
“Are you sure, Annabelle?” He runs his fingers over my head and tugs the end of my hair.
“As long as it won’t interfere with your routine, Dec, I’m sure. Only you know if it’s going to throw you off.”
He tugs the end of my hair again before leaning down, kissing me and whispering, “Think you can control yourself if I spend the night?”
His velvety smooth voice holds such a sarcastic tone that I reach behind me, grasp my pillow, and smack him with it. Then, completely naked, I stand up, slowly walk over to my vanity, and turn to face him before I slowly slip on my pink fuzzy robe.
He’s already hard again, and I’m ready to permanently banish my damn swans when they high-five each other.
Declan leans his head back against the wrought iron headboard and groans, “That’s not playing fair, Belles.” He licks his lips, and I know I’ve won.
I wag my finger back and forth in front of him. “I don’t see any refs here, Sinclair.”
When I move toward the door, I hear the bed creak before those strong arms wrap around me from behind. I’m thrown down on the bed with a bounce and try hard not to laugh too loudly.
“No refs here, Hart, because we’re on the same team.” Dec puts a knee on the bed before his hands cage me in.
“Oh, yeah? You think we’re gonna make a good team, Sinclair? You and me?”
