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This may be the craziest thing I could agree to, but right now I’m planning to enjoy this bed.
I stay in my new room for a while, marveling that my futon could fit in here, like, five times. It’s big, but plain, with a large closet, a window with a deep ledge perfect for a book bench, and the biggest bed I’ve ever been in.
After dozing until it’s dark, my stomach starts to growl. I venture out into the house to explore on my way back to the kitchen.
The house has so many rooms. I pass a nice study with a real fireplace and cedar shelves built into the wall, filled to the brim with so many books. The staircase has floating risers, giving the illusion I’m levitating on air as I descend to the lower level.
Throughout the house there’s modern art. I pause in front of an abstract painting to study its muted tones and the shapes used. I love art, but not a single piece in this house makes me feel anything.
There’s no connection. It’s all lifeless. Cold.
Wrinkling my nose at the painting, I navigate my way to the kitchen.
There’s no sign of Devlin. It’s kind of creepy. How did he feel when it was only him in this house? I frown, considering how lonely a big place like this would be by myself.
Maybe it’s why he grew into such an unbearable jerk.
I wonder if he ate as I raid the fridge. I go for a handful of baby carrots so I don’t have to find anything in the cabinets or work the microwave that looks like something designed by NASA.
On my way back to my room with my snack, I halt in the hallway.
Devlin emerges in a cloud of steam from the bathroom. He’s freshly showered and wearing nothing but a low-slung towel. There’s a tattoo on his ribs, beneath his heart.
It’s the first time I’ve seen it.
The tattoo is a cluster of shooting stars, delicately inked. Awareness tingles in my back, where my own star tattoo marks my body.
We’re the same—black hair, tarnished hearts, and star tattoos.
Devlin runs his fingers through his wet hair. His muscles ripple with the movement.
Holy hell.
I swallow, clutching my carrots.
Devlin prowls over, following me when I stumble back a step, my back hitting the wall. He presses his body into mine, his strong torso rubbing against my breasts through my thin t-shirt. My breath snags in my throat.
“What do we have here?” Devlin teases in a playful tone. He tucks some of my hair behind my ear. “Lost?”
The heat of his skin bleeds through my shirt.
“No.”
“Oh, I see.” Devlin chuckles and drops his hand to the towel. “Were you sneaking around out here hoping to get a good look?” He acts like he’s going to rip off the towel. “Want me to drop it?”
My throat is thick when I swallow. “No.”
“No?”
I shake my head.
“You sure?”
His voice is a sinful caress against my skin, the low rumble stealing my breath away. I bet he can feel my hardened nipples against his chest.
“Devlin.” My gaze zeroes in on his lips.
His mouth curves into a slow, smug smile, dimples on display. “Your room is that way, roomie.”
