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Chapter 25
Hmm, warm water decreases my tired mind—God, that was a long girls' night. I could stay in bed for another few hours. At 2 am, an Uber picked up the girls, and the moment my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep. Oh, my pregnant body needs more sleep.
I close my eyes and hold my face under the running water while rinsing the lavender-scented body wash off. A sound coming from outside the bathroom makes me jump. What was that? I open my eyes to little slits and peek through my eyelashes as the scalding water cascades down my body, but when the bathroom door opens, I freeze. Somebody is in my house, and I'm naked.
When I see a foot entering through the fogged-up shower door, I stop thinking and react by grabbing the showerhead, lifting it from the holder and flipping the handle. Then I kick the shower door open with my wet feet and aim the waterjet at the assailant.
"Here you go, asshole," I scream.
"Fuck. Emma... Stop!"
Wait, I know that voice.
My eyes shift up from the perpetrator's shoes to his face.
"Nick?"
"Yes." He yanks the active showerhead out of my hand, reaches behind me, and turns off the water. When he brushes his hands over his wet face and hair, my hormones take over.
"Don't you ever do that again! Have you lost your mind? You scared the shit out of me, idiot," I say, while pressing my index finger in his chest. "I thought you were a nasty perpetrator who wanted to attack a naked woman in the shower."
"Angel, breathe," he says, placing his hands on my shoulders. "I only wanted to surprise you."
I roll my eyes at him.
"Oh, you surprised me," I say, still trying to get hold of my racing heartbeat. "How would you react if you were me, and you think you're alone in your house, and the door opens?"
Nick takes a large towel and dries his face. Then he wraps it around my body.
"You're right. I made a mistake, and I've got what I deserved, a wet suit," he says, with a grin and brushing his hand over his clothing.
My eyes follow, and a fresh set of raging horny hormones takes over. "Oh, good Lord," I whisper, staring at his long-sleeved, slim-fit, navy button-up shirt sticking to his body like a second skin.
"Unbelievable," he mumbles as he removes the shirt.
My eyes follow his actions. It's like watching how someone unwraps your Christmas present right in front of you. He starts on top, working his way to the bottom, and with every button he opens, my body reacts. I bite my lip as his pecs show themselves, followed by the sexy hills of his six-pack. Slight drops of water run southwards over his skin, and lust courses through my veins as I watch every move—God, that man's body is transcendent. When his shirt is off, he lifts his head and smirks when he sees my lustful gaze.
"Oh, no, Angel. I know it's very tempting," he says, placing a kiss on my wet hair. His palms travel over my arms to my hands, awakening goosebumps as they move. My fingers reach and touch his nipple. "Nickolas...” I say with need. “We have time..."
He takes my hands and places a kiss on my knuckles.
"No, angel. Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I have a surprise."
And with that, he walks out, leaving me alone with my raging hormones. I place my hand on my lower abdomen and mutter, “I love you, little one, but you're turning my emotions into loose cannons, and they're flying all over the place.” After a few deep breaths in and long exhales, my hormones cool. I dry my body and the rest of the bathroom before choosing what to wear.
I want to look nice since we're going to Nick's parents. Charlotte has slept there again. She's in love with Nick's parents and the treehouse. She takes every chance she gets to sleep there. Last time, she was full of stories of how she slept in Nick's old room and what she did with Martha and John.
After roaming through the closet, I stumble upon the blue velvet dress I wore on our first date. I grab it and hold it in front of me while looking in the mirror. "Why not?" In a few weeks, it most likely won't fit anymore. As I step into the dress and shift it up, I get excited. The velvet material caresses my skin, and when it's on, I gaze at myself and smile. Oh, Mister Brown, you'll be sorry for not giving a pregnant woman what she wants and needs. After blow-drying my hair, I let it hang loose and step into a pair of blue heels with crossing straps. Oh, this might be one of the last times I wear these, because during Charlotte's pregnancy, my feet inflated like balloons. I check myself out one more time, and grin—time to find out my surprise.
Entering the kitchen, I gasp at the sight of Nick. He's bare-chested while standing tall and confident against the counter with his hands behind his back. Rays of sunshine coming through the window shine upon his naked, smooth skin. His brown locks are moist from the surprised shower they received. When he sees my outfit, his mouth drops. Smoldering eyes roam over me, and a burst of hotness shoots through me and dampens my panties.
"That's the dress you wore on our first date."
"You remember."
He walks towards me, holding one hand behind his back. His fingers stroke alongside my face and halt at my lips.
"I remember every single second from the time that I met you, Angel. I've burned them in my heart and soul. You and that dress had me drooling the first time, and it still has the same effect." He takes a deep inhale as if he needs to regroup himself.
