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Confusion fills my mind as I strip off my black t-shirt and meet my eyes with hers once more, "Huh?"
She tilts her head to the side and smirks, "With us. I can't believe how I didn't see you wanted more than friendship with me. The girls even said you got mad because you wanted this,"
I furrow my brows, "The girls?"
Starla's expression falters slightly, "Uh, we were having some girl talk earlier tonight."
Her eyes travel up and down my bare chest, taking in every detail. "I'm sure you did,"
In all honesty, I'm glad Starla has friends she can count on. Especially with everything that's been going on at the club lately.
She may seem fine now, but I know killing LeAnn has taken a toll on her. I see it whenever there's a distant look in her eyes—how those moments of sadness cloud her typically strong demeanor.
She was never like this before.
I peel off my jeans and add them to the pile of clothes on the chair, happy to finally sink into bed to get some much-needed rest.
Starla casually peels off her outfit and tosses her clothes on the armchair where mine are already resting.
I make my way over to the bed and gently pull down the covers. Starla scoots under the covers and gets comfortable.
Sliding down next to her, I wrap an arm around her and pull her close.
The scent of her vanilla perfume wafts up my nostrils, making my heart quicken and my senses heighten.
This is it, the feeling I've been yearning for.
As of tonight, Starla is mine and no other man will dare touch her.
I rest my face against the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet smell.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Starla
I wake up to the warmth of Ivar's strong arms wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
He smells like motor oil mixed with pine, which is only comforting and familiar that instantly puts me at ease in my eyes.
I shift slightly, nuzzling my face against his chest. The coarse feeling of his chest hair tickles my skin and I inhale deeply, knowing I'm safe.
Ivar is something I never knew I needed. His presence grounds me like a rock, bringing calmness to my racing thoughts.
Taking in a deep breath, I scan over his features as bits of light peer in through the tops of the curtains.
His medium-length chestnut brown hair stops just behind his broad shoulders, occasionally falling in front of his face if he doesn't have it tied back in a bun.
His thick, coarse beard is something I always have the habit of running my fingers through, even in this moment. There's something relaxing about it, something that always manages to help soothe my nerves.
The stubble on his jawline adds to his ruggedly handsome appearance, only making him more attractive in my eyes. Some people might think he's unkempt, but I'll be the one to say he looks like a sexy savage.
As I lay here beside him, I haven't been able to get much sleep.
I can't help but think about everything that happened last night. Fear and panic consumed me as soon as I saw those men, uncertain about what was going to happen next.
The truth is, I didn't know if Ivar was going to answer the phone when I called him. We weren't talking and I thought he was going to ignore me. Thankfully, I was wrong and he ran straight to me.
When he got to the hospital we talked and sorted everything out, both of us realizing how important we are to one another. Before last night, I didn't realize the magnitude of the connection between us.
