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My heart is beating so fast, I’m surprised it doesn’t wake him.
I’m in bed with Alex right now.
Shimmying back as softly, and with as little movement as I can, I slide out of bed. Standing, I look around, and go in search of the bathroom, tiptoeing as quietly as I can.
With a clearer mind, I take in his apartment, noting that it’s basically just one big room that must have been a converted attic or something above the bar.
His bed and dressers are in the area closest to the door, the living room is next to it with a couch, table, and TV, the kitchen is straight ahead with a small table and chairs, and the bathroom is in the back corner.
Walking towards it, I close the door gently behind me before turning the light on, and holy shit, I look like a mess. My hair is wild and sticking up in a million directions, and my eye makeup is smeared all around, making me look like a raccoon.
Quickly using the bathroom, I wash my hands and splash water on my face, trying to take as much makeup off as I can.
Good thing Alex didn’t wake up and see me looking like this. I know I shouldn’t care, but it would’ve been super embarrassing and probably would’ve scared him.
I look around, but I don’t see a brush or a comb to sort my hair out. Huh, so his sexy messy hair is that way because he just uses his hands to sort it out every day? I’d love to run my hands through his thick black mass of hair.
If I were to pull on it, would he like it? Would he groan? That thought alone has my body heating up.
Shit. Shaking my head, I lean forward on the sink and stare at myself. My brown eyes are dull, my skin is red from rubbing off my makeup, and my dark hair is knotted and messy.
Shoving my hand in my pocket, I find a hair tie and throw my hair up into a bun on top of my head. I turn the light out before opening the door again, and sneak back out. And when I walk through the living room area and towards the bedroom again, I stop short at what my eyes are seeing.
Oh. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
Alex is still sleeping, and somehow in the minutes I’ve been gone, the comforter has fallen down to his hips, and his entire upper body is gloriously naked and exposed for my eyes to feast on.
Taking a tentative step closer to get a better look at his tattoos, I let myself study him without him knowing. His right arm is draped across his stomach, and it’s the forearm I saw last night with the forest of pine trees. They go from his wrist to three quarters of the way up to his elbow, with a shadowed moon risen over the forest.
His left arm is laid out on the side of him, and I see the compass tattoo on the inside of his arm, right below his elbow. On his rib, right below his heart, there are block letters spelling DON’T, and on the other side of his ribs, I can see something that may be a flower, but his arm over his stomach is blocking it.
My eyes can’t even take in all of him at once – his broad chest, strong arms, and abs that look like little mountains. All of it is too much for me. Add in his square jaw, pouty lips, slightly crooked nose, and a halo of messy hair, and I’m gone. I have to actually fist my hands at my sides to keep them from doing something really stupid.
“Like what you see?” Alex’s rough voice cuts through the silence of the early morning, and I jump, surprised. “I can feel you staring at me, gorgeous.” He chuckles, a low rumble coming from his chest.
“Oh, uh, um…”
Popping one of his eyes open, he smiles, and his laughing gets louder, his body shaking.
“Shut up,” I snap, feeling my cheeks heat.
“It’s alright, gorgeous. I love being ogled by you.”
“Shut up,” I repeat, turning and walking into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I grab a bottle of water and chug half of it in a matter of seconds.
I hear the sheets rustling as he gets out of bed, and I’m trying really hard not to look.
“Coffee?” he asks, coming up behind me.
Nodding, I lean against the counter and finish off the water bottle. When I finally muster the courage to look at him, he’s scooping out coffee grounds – still shirtless. Low slug sweatpants hang off his hips like they were made for him, and the ‘v’ shape that every woman’s mouth salivates over? Yup, he has it.
“Mel, my eyes are up here.” I hear the smile in his voice, and my eyes dart up to see him wearing that sexy little smirk.
“What?” I breathe out, my lungs constricting.
His smile widens, blinding me. It’s way too early in the morning for me to be blasted with so much hotness.
“Can you put some clothes on?” I ask, my eyes trying their best not to stray from his face.
