feeling of Kayden’s scorching hot skin on
mine. The sparks between us were undeniable. We fight hard, but love harder and
the pull we have to each other is all consuming. The moment I was in his arms
it was as if all the anger I had instantly evaporated away.
Kayden’s
knuckles were battered and bruised, along with his left cheek. Being all banged
up actually made him that much more desirable. He looked like a sexy, bad boy
lying beside me.
I
gently kissed his bruised knuckles and cheek. I got one short sweet kiss in
before his eyes were closed tightly, and Kayden was sound asleep. I ended up
passing out right beside him, still wearing my sequin dress.
Smoothing
my hands over my hair one more time, I finish walking into the kitchen,
“Mornin’.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around Kayden’s waist and resting my
cheek against his back. I can’t help but inhale deeply as I take in his scent…his
body wash mixed with his intoxicating cologne.
Kayden
stiffens under my embrace and sucks in a sharp breath. Resting his left hand
over mine, he slides it a few inches lower and keeps his hand over mine, “My
ribs hurt like a bitch this morning.” His voice is husky from sleep. He must’ve
just woken up, too.
I
gently rest my lips against his back giving him a kiss before speaking, “Maybe
you should go to the hospital?”
He
lets out a low chuckle, “I don’t need to see a doctor; they’re just bruised. Shayne
took a pretty good shot at my ribs last night, but I imagine he’s hurtin’ a lot
more than I am this mornin’.” Kayden takes a long sip of his coffee before
continuing. I dread this conversation because I don’t want to start our day off
on a bad foot talking about Shayne. “He’s fuckin’ lucky that he isn’t sitting
in a hospital right now. If those bouncers hadn’t pulled me off him, I don’t
think I would’ve stopped until he was knocked the fuck out.”
Swallowing
the lump in my throat, I try to find my voice. I don’t know what to say. All I
know is I don’t want to spend my morning rehashing last night. Deciding to
change the subject, I slide my hands from his stomach to his sides, slowly
dragging my fingers over my name tattooed along his ribs.
“Mmmm,
the donuts and muffins smell delicious. My stomach is screaming at me to feed
it.” I say, walking over to the kitchen island where there’s an assortment for
breakfast. “Did you have room service bring these up?” I ask, taking a
blueberry muffin from the platter and breaking a chunk off. I pop it into my
mouth and a small moan escapes as I chew the crumbly goodness.
Turning
around and leaning against the glass, Kayden flashes me his mega-watt smile. I
momentarily become lost in it, and for a few seconds block out the bruise on
his cheek. “Yea, I just had them brought up. I also have aspirin by the coffee
if you want some.”
I
can’t help but feel a disconnection between us. Right now, we’re so close to
one another physically, but so far away emotionally. It feels like the entire
room is buzzing with nervous energy. With everything that’s happened with Nadia
selling her false story, to the blow up with Shayne last night, I feel as if we’ve
been on a constant course over choppy waters and we desperately need this storm
to pass so we can have smooth sailing once again.
Spinning
on my heels, I grab a cup, quickly pour myself some coffee and add my vanilla
creamer and sugar. Opening the aspirin bottle I pour two into the palm of my
hand, washing them down with a bottle of water from the fridge.
Taking
my coffee, I climb on the bar stool at the island and take a sip while picking
at my muffin.
“Thanks
for the creamer.” I say, almost in a whisper. I feel my mood swiftly changing
from what it was a few minutes ago.
Setting
his cup down in the sink, Kayden walks over, stopping behind me. I instantly
feel my breathing hitch and my pulse race. I can’t help crave his touch; we
haven’t gone this long without being
mine. The sparks between us were undeniable. We fight hard, but love harder and
the pull we have to each other is all consuming. The moment I was in his arms
it was as if all the anger I had instantly evaporated away.
Kayden’s
knuckles were battered and bruised, along with his left cheek. Being all banged
up actually made him that much more desirable. He looked like a sexy, bad boy
lying beside me.
I
gently kissed his bruised knuckles and cheek. I got one short sweet kiss in
before his eyes were closed tightly, and Kayden was sound asleep. I ended up
passing out right beside him, still wearing my sequin dress.
Smoothing
my hands over my hair one more time, I finish walking into the kitchen,
“Mornin’.” I whisper, wrapping my arms around Kayden’s waist and resting my
cheek against his back. I can’t help but inhale deeply as I take in his scent…his
body wash mixed with his intoxicating cologne.
Kayden
stiffens under my embrace and sucks in a sharp breath. Resting his left hand
over mine, he slides it a few inches lower and keeps his hand over mine, “My
ribs hurt like a bitch this morning.” His voice is husky from sleep. He must’ve
just woken up, too.
I
gently rest my lips against his back giving him a kiss before speaking, “Maybe
you should go to the hospital?”
He
lets out a low chuckle, “I don’t need to see a doctor; they’re just bruised. Shayne
took a pretty good shot at my ribs last night, but I imagine he’s hurtin’ a lot
more than I am this mornin’.” Kayden takes a long sip of his coffee before
continuing. I dread this conversation because I don’t want to start our day off
on a bad foot talking about Shayne. “He’s fuckin’ lucky that he isn’t sitting
in a hospital right now. If those bouncers hadn’t pulled me off him, I don’t
think I would’ve stopped until he was knocked the fuck out.”
Swallowing
the lump in my throat, I try to find my voice. I don’t know what to say. All I
know is I don’t want to spend my morning rehashing last night. Deciding to
change the subject, I slide my hands from his stomach to his sides, slowly
dragging my fingers over my name tattooed along his ribs.
“Mmmm,
the donuts and muffins smell delicious. My stomach is screaming at me to feed
it.” I say, walking over to the kitchen island where there’s an assortment for
breakfast. “Did you have room service bring these up?” I ask, taking a
blueberry muffin from the platter and breaking a chunk off. I pop it into my
mouth and a small moan escapes as I chew the crumbly goodness.
Turning
around and leaning against the glass, Kayden flashes me his mega-watt smile. I
momentarily become lost in it, and for a few seconds block out the bruise on
his cheek. “Yea, I just had them brought up. I also have aspirin by the coffee
if you want some.”
I
can’t help but feel a disconnection between us. Right now, we’re so close to
one another physically, but so far away emotionally. It feels like the entire
room is buzzing with nervous energy. With everything that’s happened with Nadia
selling her false story, to the blow up with Shayne last night, I feel as if we’ve
been on a constant course over choppy waters and we desperately need this storm
to pass so we can have smooth sailing once again.
Spinning
on my heels, I grab a cup, quickly pour myself some coffee and add my vanilla
creamer and sugar. Opening the aspirin bottle I pour two into the palm of my
hand, washing them down with a bottle of water from the fridge.
Taking
my coffee, I climb on the bar stool at the island and take a sip while picking
at my muffin.
“Thanks
for the creamer.” I say, almost in a whisper. I feel my mood swiftly changing
from what it was a few minutes ago.
Setting
his cup down in the sink, Kayden walks over, stopping behind me. I instantly
feel my breathing hitch and my pulse race. I can’t help crave his touch; we
haven’t gone this long without being
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