I asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“No,” he grinned. “I’m completely wasted but unlike most people I can hold my liquor.”
“Sure,” I said not sure if I believed him. Had it all been an act? I didn’t know.
I left his room and headed down the hall to mine. I stripped myself of my dripping wet clothes and pulled on a pair of lavender shorts and a white button down shirt that had once belonged to Dev before I claimed it as my own.
Exhausted I climbed in the bed and turned off the light.
Just as I was about to drift off asleep the door to my room opened.
Siva stood there in gray pajama pants and a white long sleeved shirt. His caramel skin and black hair looked striking against the white shirt.
“Siva?” I asked.
I could see his ears turn red and then it spread to his cheeks.
He looked like a little boy.
“Sloane, I was… uh… wondering… can I sleep in here tonight?”
Chapter Four
I gaped openly at the hunky man standing in the doorway looking like a lost child. I was at a loss for words.
But my mind was screaming, yes, yes, yes!
Hell no , said my conscious.
Oh what was I to do?
The only reasonable thing of course.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He smiled shyly and came around the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ve uh… never actually slept with someone before,” he said.
“What?” I gasped in disbelief.
“I’m no virgin,” he said with a mocking laugh, “but I’ve never slept with someone. This is new for me.”
“Then why?” I asked.
“I… I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
“Well, I’m exhausted,” I said.
“Me too,” he said scooting under the covers.
“Goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight Sloane,” he said softly.
* * *
I awoke the next morning with my body draped over top of Siva. Sandalwood invaded my lungs where my nose was pressed against his neck. He looked so peaceful and uncomplicated in his sleep. His lips turned up in a small smile while he slept. He looked like a completely different person.
I gently extracted myself from his arms, which were wrapped around my body, and climbed from the bed. I instantly missed his warmth. I looked longingly at him for a moment before I forced myself into action. I grabbed some clothes and headed into the posh bathroom.
The hot water felt like heaven against my skin. I scrubbed my skin until it turned a pale pink and then turned my attention to my scalp. I rinsed away last night’s stress and hoped and prayed that today would be much, much, better.
I turned the water off and dried my body before wrapping the towel around my torso.
The bathroom door opened suddenly and I paled.
“Oh,” said Siva. “Sorry.”
I held the towel tighter to my body. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to lock the door. When I had lived with Dev we never locked the doors so I guessed it was just a leftover habit. I hoped.
“I- it’s not a problem,” I said.
He motioned behind him. “I’ll just head back to my room,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said nodding my head. I didn’t understand why I was suddenly filled with sadness at his absence. What was wrong with me?
The door closed behind him and I turned to face the mirror. I braced myself against the white marble countertop and took several deep breaths. I turned the water on and splashed my face.
“Get yourself together, Sloane,” I scolded myself.
My golden eyes gazed back at me. I could s ee the panic shimmering in their depths.
Three days.
Three days was all it took for Siva Kapur to burrow himself underneath my skin.
* * *
“Scrambled eggs?” asked Siva as I slid onto the stool.
“Please,” I said and he slid them onto the plate.
Siva wore a dark green suit with a white shirt underneath. He always looked so handsome. His dark black hair was still slightly damp and brushed away from his face.
Siva sat down beside me and poured some syrup onto his eggs. I laughed.
“You do that, too?” I
“No,” he grinned. “I’m completely wasted but unlike most people I can hold my liquor.”
“Sure,” I said not sure if I believed him. Had it all been an act? I didn’t know.
I left his room and headed down the hall to mine. I stripped myself of my dripping wet clothes and pulled on a pair of lavender shorts and a white button down shirt that had once belonged to Dev before I claimed it as my own.
Exhausted I climbed in the bed and turned off the light.
Just as I was about to drift off asleep the door to my room opened.
Siva stood there in gray pajama pants and a white long sleeved shirt. His caramel skin and black hair looked striking against the white shirt.
“Siva?” I asked.
I could see his ears turn red and then it spread to his cheeks.
He looked like a little boy.
“Sloane, I was… uh… wondering… can I sleep in here tonight?”
Chapter Four
I gaped openly at the hunky man standing in the doorway looking like a lost child. I was at a loss for words.
But my mind was screaming, yes, yes, yes!
Hell no , said my conscious.
Oh what was I to do?
The only reasonable thing of course.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He smiled shyly and came around the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ve uh… never actually slept with someone before,” he said.
“What?” I gasped in disbelief.
“I’m no virgin,” he said with a mocking laugh, “but I’ve never slept with someone. This is new for me.”
“Then why?” I asked.
“I… I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
“Well, I’m exhausted,” I said.
“Me too,” he said scooting under the covers.
“Goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight Sloane,” he said softly.
* * *
I awoke the next morning with my body draped over top of Siva. Sandalwood invaded my lungs where my nose was pressed against his neck. He looked so peaceful and uncomplicated in his sleep. His lips turned up in a small smile while he slept. He looked like a completely different person.
I gently extracted myself from his arms, which were wrapped around my body, and climbed from the bed. I instantly missed his warmth. I looked longingly at him for a moment before I forced myself into action. I grabbed some clothes and headed into the posh bathroom.
The hot water felt like heaven against my skin. I scrubbed my skin until it turned a pale pink and then turned my attention to my scalp. I rinsed away last night’s stress and hoped and prayed that today would be much, much, better.
I turned the water off and dried my body before wrapping the towel around my torso.
The bathroom door opened suddenly and I paled.
“Oh,” said Siva. “Sorry.”
I held the towel tighter to my body. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten to lock the door. When I had lived with Dev we never locked the doors so I guessed it was just a leftover habit. I hoped.
“I- it’s not a problem,” I said.
He motioned behind him. “I’ll just head back to my room,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said nodding my head. I didn’t understand why I was suddenly filled with sadness at his absence. What was wrong with me?
The door closed behind him and I turned to face the mirror. I braced myself against the white marble countertop and took several deep breaths. I turned the water on and splashed my face.
“Get yourself together, Sloane,” I scolded myself.
My golden eyes gazed back at me. I could s ee the panic shimmering in their depths.
Three days.
Three days was all it took for Siva Kapur to burrow himself underneath my skin.
* * *
“Scrambled eggs?” asked Siva as I slid onto the stool.
“Please,” I said and he slid them onto the plate.
Siva wore a dark green suit with a white shirt underneath. He always looked so handsome. His dark black hair was still slightly damp and brushed away from his face.
Siva sat down beside me and poured some syrup onto his eggs. I laughed.
“You do that, too?” I
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