Chapter Seven

DRAVEN

I wake up not really knowing where I am. The bed beneath me is so soft I honestly wonder if I might be asleep at all. Maybe I’m not asleep, maybe I am dead and in heaven.

But then the doorbell rings.

Did I have plans this morning? I think I did. I’m almost sure I did…but what?

I open my eyes. “Shit! What time is it?!”

The doorbell sounds again, and I fall out of bed reaching for the things I wore yesterday. “Fuck! I’m coming! Hold the hell on!”

Stumbling down the stairs in my dirty clothes, I flip the switch allowing the shades to reveal the heavy fog of morning crowding the yard. The sight brings a contented smile to my face.

Wow…it really is beautiful here.

Ding dong!!!!

“Jesus!” I screech, opening the door. “The fuck is your deal?”

He stands there looking sexy as hell, the hint of a smile on his face. “I told you nine a.m. sharp.”

Domonic.

Of course. I forgot all about the breakfast appointment.

rubbing the sleep from my eyes and flipping

are late. It’s ten in the morning. There’s an alarm clock on your nightstand. Use

what?” I counter, crossing my arms over my chest and trying not to notice how crisp and fuckable he looks in white

His tattoos are showing. And his muscles. And I want to put my mouth on

wafts toward

smell her all

nor do I

I wanted to roll around for a few more minutes

disappears. “You got what you wanted.

“Not you. So, bye!” My attempt to shut the door in his face is thwarted by a bright white Nike sneaker. I nearly

down! Wait a minute! I told you we were

sweet saccharine grin.”No. We’re not.

A half smile quirking up as he wets

Did she mark

as I throw him a sarcastic frown. His face looks so frighteneed for

chortle, cocking my head at him warily. Then with a roll of my eyes, I say,

questions get stupid answers,

his eyes downward

I quip at him and slanting my eyes as I

was going to but I-,” he stops, crossing his arms over his chest and idadvertanlty making his pectorals more prominently

I attempt to close the door, but he pushes inside, and I throw my hands up in frustration. “Really?” I snap, stomping my foot in annoyance. “You’re just going to push yourself inside? You

me, his eyes are shing with perverse pleasure. “You’re jealous,” he accuses, rotating his shoulders and sizing

I never intended

seems to argue with himself about something, his eyes ticking back and forth as if he doesn’t know what else to say. They finally fall on me and he swallows thickly. “I didn’t

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