Chapter 24
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“If you are not comfortable with me staying around, I will leave. You just need to tell me.” I hear someone far away in the distance says. That voice sounds familiar.
“No, it’s ok. I’ll go lock the door before I head to bed. Good night” That sounds like Kaylee. What is going on?! Who is she talking to?
“Good night Kaylee. I’m glad we had this chat.” This sounds like… Is this Mathieu’s voice I’m hearing?
“So am I” I hear Kaylee respond.
Feeling myself waking up more and more, I slowly flutter my eyes open. Lifting my head up, I look around confused.
I’m in my living room. How long have I been out? I think to myself confusingly.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” I hear next to me, feeling a hand patting the back of my head.
Turning my head still half asleep and confused, I see Mathieu looking at me with a sheepish smile.
“Did we wake you up?” He asks, lifting his hand to my face, pushing away a loose strand of hair covering my eyes.
“We?” I reply feeling disoriented.
“Kaylee and I just had a little talk. She’s worried about her mother dating some ‘blast from the past’ as she called me. She’s worried I’ll hurt and break your heart. I don’t blame her for it. It’s all-new for her too. She’s never seen you with anyone else apart from her father. It’s normal she’ll be on the defensive about me coming into your lives. I didn’t expect her to accept me so early. It’s going to take time.” He says laughing a little and shaking his head from side to side.
“I’m sorry,” I say to him, only semi meaning it.
“You have nothing to apologize for. We had a good talk. I think we needed it. She was a little confused about why I was still here when she got back from her date. You might need to talk to her tomorrow. I might have said you were in the hospital… She got quite mad that she wasn’t aware you had been in the hospital” He says guiltily.
Exhaling deeply closing my eyes for a second, I shake my head.
“It’s ok. I should have called or texted her about it. You don’t have to feel bad about telling her.” I say to him, feeling myself get a little dizzy.
“How are you feeling? You still look like you’re exhausted.” He says, looking at me with concern.
“I think I’m still half asleep,” I say chuckling.
Getting up from the sofa, he bends down and picks me up in his arms.
“What are you doing?!” I squeal as he lifts me up.
“I’m taking you to your bedroom. You’ll be much more comfortable in your own bed.” He says walking decisively in the corridor.
“Which door is your bedroom?” He asks, looking down with piercing eyes.
“Second door on the right” I reply shyly.
I can feel myself turning crimson red from the embarrassment of being carried to my bed.
What is he going to do after he takes me to my bed?! I think to myself, almost wanting something to happen.
Would I even be ready for it?
Standing next to my bed still holding me in his arms, he pulls down the covers and lay’s me down gently. Adjusting my pillow and pulling back up my blanket on me, tucking me in, he then bends down and kisses me sweetly on my forehead.
“Have a good night, cheeky. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He says with such a delicious smile. I can barely take my eyes off of his lips.
Then it hits me! He called me cheeky!!! I haven’t had anyone call me this since, well since he last called me cheeky way back when. He always used to make fun of me for having chubby cheeks when I laughed or smiled. I hated it back then, but hearing it now, is making my heart tighten. I never thought I would have missed being called this. He still remembers.
My heart still beating a little faster, I see him about to leave my side and head out. In a split-second decision, I reach out and grab his hand quickly with mine. Holding on to his hand, he turns his head toward me, looking a little surprised by my action.
Feeling my nerve leave me just as fast as they had appeared, I close my eyes for a second before opening them back looking at him straight in his beautiful goldish-brown eyes.
“Y-You don’t have to leave. You… could stay the night.” I say, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.
Looking at me intensely, he steps back closer to me, bending slightly to be at my eye level.
“Are you sure you want me to stay the night? Will you really be comfortable with me staying over?” He asks with such a serious expression on his face.
Looking at him, I see that he’s nervous too. Is he scared of what might be my answer?
Taking an extra second to make my final decision, I turn over and pull the cover next to me down.
“Yes, I’m sure, but there will be no s*x, or anything close to s*x tonight. Do I make myself clear?” I say with a pointy look, making him laugh.
“You’re the boss!” He says giving me a military salute, making me smile.
Goofball!
He’s always known how to make any situation lighter with just the right amount of humor.
Walking on the other side of the bed, he turns his back to me and pulls of his shirt.
Holy mother of all god! Please give me strength to keep my own words true and not give in to s*x tonight!
This is going to be torture. How the hell can he look so sexy, and it’s only his back!
Turning back around, I see is sculpted abs and deep V lines going down his slightly bulging… I think I just came in my underwear.
I am doomed!
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