Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,17
and I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Cruz moves in closer, and just like that, his lips come down on mine and he kisses deeply, making every little emotion that lives deep within me, swirl around and bubble right to the surface. I hold him tight and as his lips gently move against mine, I feel my world sliding right into place.
Even if I didn’t have the other guys, I know that a life with Cruz would still make me the happiest girl who ever lived. What more could a girl want? He’s absolutely perfect with those mesmerizing green eyes and his flawless, cocky smirk. But when it comes to Cruz Danforth, it’s his heart that gets me. It’s so incredibly pure. It’s as though his light evens out my darkness.
Cruz slowly pulls away, and as his eyes come back to mine, a soft, adoring smile pulls at his lips and makes his eyes light up like the Fourth of July. “I can’t wait to get you home and healed,” he tells me, making excitement burn deep within me. “Then I can truly show you what it means to be loved by me.”
“Well, fuck me,” I breathe, knowing that no other woman on this green earth could ever be so lucky.
Cruz winks, making everything flutter deep in my stomach. “That’s the plan,” he tells me, his voice rumbling low through the private room. He climbs onto my bed beside me and pulls me into his warm, inviting arms and as my head rests against his wide chest, I realize that no matter what, I will never let him go.
CHAPTER 5
The warm water rushes over my head and I let out a low groan. There’s nothing better than having a nice warm shower after being locked up in the hospital for a week. Nothing could get better than this. Though, if I’m honest, showering in my own shower back at home would be preferable, but I get it. I’ll be the princess locked in Carver’s tower until the boys deem it safe for me to walk the streets without being shot at.
I guess they have a fair point, but the second I’m free of my binds and the threats are gone, I’m riding up and down the street on my Ducati, in nothing but my birthday suit while waving my ass around and daring all the fuckwits to come for me. I can only imagine what the boys would think about that, but there’s not a damn thing they can do about it.
I rinse the shampoo from my hair and sink back against the cool tiles. This week has been hard. Who knew that getting shot would take so much out of a person? Just getting up to shower is exhausting, but this is only the start. Today is a massive day, and I’m sure that by the end, I’m going to crumble into a ball and sleep for the rest of the year.
A sigh pulls from deep within me as I tilt my head back against the tiles and close my eyes, rejoicing in the rare moment that I have to myself. The boys haven’t been overbearing or anything like that, but they sure as fuck meant it when they said they wanted to keep a close eye on me. I’m not complaining though, for the most part, when we’re all getting along, I absolutely adore their company.
Knowing the time is ticking all too fast, I turn off the taps and carefully reach out for my towel. Everything is still so sore. Every stretch, every movement, every little sneeze and cough tears through me. I’m starting to admit to myself that maybe I do need more than just two weeks of bed rest. Once again, the boys were right.
Stepping out of the shower, I pull my towel around me and gently dry myself off, hating how slowly I have to do each little task. I used to rush through things like this, but those days are gone. At least, for now.
A sheet of wet hair frames my pale face, and I cringe to myself thinking about how long it will take to do my hair and makeup.
Dropping the towel on the bathroom floor, I glance up to find my naked reflection staring back at me. I let out a broken sigh. This isn’t me at all. The bullet hole has properly closed up and is looking a million times better, but the bruising around my abdomen is still nasty.