Southern Secrets (Southern #7) - Natasha Madison Page 0,64
if we were anywhere else, I would kiss her. Instead, all I can do is look into her eyes and smile, hoping she knows just how bad I want her.
"Good to know," I say softly. "Now, let’s grab something to eat, and let’s get you home to bed."
"Yes, please," she says, turning and walking toward the table of food. I watch her go and then feel eyes on me. I look around, seeing everyone doing their own thing and no one really looking at me. I ignore the uneasy feeling that I get, telling myself it’s only because of the guilt I feel in my gut for lying not only to her family but also to her.
Chapter 26
Amelia
I feel him kiss my shoulder and then slide out of bed. I open one eye and watch him, my heart skipping a beat when I do. Everything, and I mean everything, about him is perfect. He grabs a pair of shorts from the laundry basket that sits in the corner of the room and puts them on. "Why are you putting on clothes?" I try to get up, but my body feels like it just did a five-hour workout.
"I’m going to get you coffee." He looks over at me, and I see my mark on his chest. "Because we have to get going." He comes back over and kisses the same shoulder I felt him kiss before.
I turn over onto my back and look out the window at the sun straining to come in through the curtains. I look over and see that it’s past ten o’clock. My eyes close again for a second and then I smell the coffee coming from the kitchen. It’s become our morning routine, him getting up and making me coffee.
It’s been one week since I asked him to take me to bed. It’s been one week that I’ve woken up every single day with him holding me, kissing me, touching me, wanting me. Last night at the bar, I almost slipped and leaned in to kiss him when he made me laugh at something. I caught myself right before I got on my tippy-toes.
It was shocking to be so open with touching him. I touch him all the time, even in public, and not once did he step away from me. Not once did he look around him to make sure no one was watching.
"Here you go," he says, coming in with two coffee cups in his hands. I sit up, holding the blanket on my chest as I grab the cup of coffee. He gets in bed with me, sitting on his side. “Do you want to shower together?” he asks, and I look over at him.
"For the last seven days," I say, taking a sip of coffee. "Every single time I’ve joined you in the shower, we’ve been late."
He smiles, bringing his own cup of coffee to his lips. "And it’s always fun." He winks at me, and I laugh, leaning over and kissing his lips.
"That it is," I say, softly kissing his lips again. "That it always is."
"You tired?" He gets up out of bed and puts the cup on the bedside table next to his phone and wallet.
Looking around the room, I spot the little things that remind me of him. His clothes from last night on the floor along with mine. His clothes in the same basket mine are in, a little cup of fresh lavender that he picked up one day from the field and brought back for me.
He comes over to my side of the bed and holds out his hand. I give him the empty cup, and he puts it beside him on the nightstand. His hand comes back, his palm out. "Let’s go," he says, and I put my hand in his.
"Where are we going?" I ask, my heart pounding because I think I would go anywhere with him.
"Shower," he says, putting his hands on the sides of my neck. "It’s not good without you." He kisses me and then grabs my hand, pulling me with him to the shower. We spend way too much time in there, and when I get out, I have to rush to get dressed.
"Okay," I say, coming out of the walk-in closet to see him making the bed. "I’m ready." I look over at him, and he has black jeans on with a white shirt. It’s an outfit I’ve seen more than once, yet today, he looks extra hot in it.