Although I try not to, I fall asleep with his familiar cologne filling my nose and strong arms bringing nothing but comfort.
Chapter 39
Adrian
Islept.
And I slept well, probably better than I have in years.
My eyes are closed, but I’ve noticed her breathing getting more shallow. I peek through one half-opened eye to find her staring at my lips. Her hand trails a bit lower on my chest, and my already aching cock gives a needy throb in my boxers. I don’t know if this woman likes making me hard when we can’t do anything about it or if she has no fucking clue what she does to me. Either way, I lower my lips a little, my fingers moving to her chin to grasp it between my thumb and index finger.
“Do it,” I say, and she looks up at me, so beautiful even in the morning.
“Do what?” she asks, so I lean down to press my nose against hers. I can almost hear the thumping of her heart,thud, thud, thuddingfaster and faster with every centimeter I close between us. It matches mine perfectly. I brush my nose from side to side once, then say what I’ve wanted to say since our first kiss.
“Kiss me,mon paradis. Kiss me until you stop regretting it,” I say, but Nevaeh pushes me away a little, bringing distance between us.
“I got a call from Ms. Martin yesterday, telling me that Gillian Fender saw us hugging and assumed we were getting closer. She gave me a warning, and I don’t think I’m going to get another one of those.”
All the color drains from my face. I can’t see it, but I can feel the way my cheeks grow cold and the blood rushes out of them.
The thought of Nevaeh losing her job because of me ties my stomach into knots.
“I’m so sorry,” I blurt out, leaning away from her to give me space to think.
“Don’t be. I’m incapable of not touching you, Adrian, just like you seem to feel about me.”
Nevaeh smiles at me, then sits up in bed and stretches her arms above her head. A yawn slips past her perfect lips before she gets up and walks toward her wardrobe.
“I love your ass,” I say in French without thinking, making her spin around and place her hands on her hips with a cock of her brow.
Uh oh. I’m in trouble.
And I’m smiling like a lottery winner.
“You wanna say that again to my face?” she asks, and I roll over until my face is buried in pillows.
“Your French is better than I thought,” I admit with a laugh, my words muffled because my face is trapped between the pillows. “Your ass is unreal,mon ange,” I say as I lift my head to look at her again.
“It’s real, Adrian. Would you like to touch it and see for yourself?” she asks, closing the distance between us.
“Fuck yeah, I do, baby,” I reply, sitting up in bed and moving toward her, too.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you one day,” she adds, leaving me where I am without another word.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling for a moment, smiling to myself because, despite not being able to be together right now, I’m happy. Truly happy.
Spending time with Nevaeh is slowly becoming one of my favorite things in the world.
Val and James manage to assemble the bed within half an hour while Nevaeh and I hand them the tools they need. They’re fucking show-offs, if you ask me, but I enjoy watching Nevaeh and James get to know each other.
My best friend talks about his son and how he lives with Gabriel’s aunts since Annabel, the child’s mother, ran away.
I’ve never been able to comprehend how a parent could do such a vile, cruel, and disgusting thing. My mother did it, she left without ever looking back, and my father was never the same. Luckily, James isn’t like that with Damian. He made a hard decision to let Gabriel’s aunts adopt his son so he could be in a loving home with parents who don’t travel the whole year for work.
“So, when is it my turn to be interviewed?” James asks, and Nevaeh pulls out her phone to check.
“Next week will be Nolan Matts from Carousel,” she replies, and I watch my best friend smile at her. Even though I know he means it in a polite way, I kick him.
