hear some of the sequins crunching under her rough touch.
“Someone also knows when the finer things should move aside for practicality and items that actually mean something.”
She grabbed a brush and went upstairs to take out her stress on her locks for a bit.
Brushing out curls was always an interesting adventure. So after she had expanded the diameter of her head to roughly the circumference of a Christmas tree, Felicity parted her hair and did two simple braids. She was finishing up wrapping the last hair tie when she heard Brandon curse as he stubbed his toe.
The rise of the steps was a bit more severe to allow extra drawer space. It took a bit of getting used to.
Then he came up the steps shirtless. That would also take some getting used to.
His pants had the same blue and white stripe hers did, just in thicker lines. She found herself a bit too fascinated by the way the button in front gaped as he bent over, and her hands slipped wrapping up the hair-tie.
The fabric band sailed across the room and smacked into Brandon’s shoulder.
Felicity hurried to grab it. There was already a little bit of a red mark on his skin. She put a hand over the mark. His shoulder flexed under her hand.
“I’m so sorry.”
He reached down and grabbed the band off the floor and handed it to her. He was already bent from the shallow ceiling height, so it took him very little effort to reach her launched weapon of hair taming.
“Don’t worry about it. Took away a bit of the sting from my toe.” He moved toward the side of the bed that Felicity usually slept on, but now it was where his phone was.
She watched as he got on his hands and knees and moved over to the far side of the mattress. He looked like a powerful cat on the prowl. His shoulders bunched and rippled, and she was trying really hard not to look at his ass, but it was right in front of her face, and was really rounded and perfect.
Felicity’s body seemed to realize before she did that it had been a while since she’d had a man in her bed. And it was the first time ever she’d had a man in this bed. Then she realized what was under the cubby on that side. Hopefully her guest wasn’t a snooper. Or at least, she hoped he wouldn’t figure out there was a latch under that side of the mattress.
A girl needs some secrets.
Chapter Fourteen
For someone so tiny, her hands were extremely warm. Brandon could still feel the imprint of her palm on his shoulder.
It was a good thing sports were on. Crazy shack lady, or not, she was adorable in her little braids and pajama pants.
Brandon wasn’t a lonely man by any means. He preferred to have his space, even when he was in a relationship. He chuckled to himself when he realized it was a good thing he’d broken it off with Rebecca months earlier. Explaining this situation to a girlfriend would not have gone over well.
“What’s so funny?”
Felicity’s voice was a bit higher pitched than normal. She was a nutjob for living here, but she was still a woman, and he was probably doing something to offend her. He seemed to have a knack for it whenever he got close enough to the opposite sex.
“I was just thinking that it was a good thing I’m not dating anyone.” Realizing how that sounded, Brandon coughed. “I mean…I’m sleeping in your bed. I mean…we’re pretty close to each other in here.”
That didn’t sound any better.
Luckily, she wasn’t offended. “Oh. That’s good.”
“That I’m not in a relationship?”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not coming onto you. I swear. I was just nervous that you’d found…” If possible, her eyelids stretched even wider and he could see the whites of her eyes glowing at him in the dim light.
“What did you think I found, Felicity?”
This whole day had been awkward as hell for him, and he’d felt like he was running around in the wrong direction of sanity since he’d gotten here. For the first time since he’d met this woman, it seemed like he might
“Someone also knows when the finer things should move aside for practicality and items that actually mean something.”
She grabbed a brush and went upstairs to take out her stress on her locks for a bit.
Brushing out curls was always an interesting adventure. So after she had expanded the diameter of her head to roughly the circumference of a Christmas tree, Felicity parted her hair and did two simple braids. She was finishing up wrapping the last hair tie when she heard Brandon curse as he stubbed his toe.
The rise of the steps was a bit more severe to allow extra drawer space. It took a bit of getting used to.
Then he came up the steps shirtless. That would also take some getting used to.
His pants had the same blue and white stripe hers did, just in thicker lines. She found herself a bit too fascinated by the way the button in front gaped as he bent over, and her hands slipped wrapping up the hair-tie.
The fabric band sailed across the room and smacked into Brandon’s shoulder.
Felicity hurried to grab it. There was already a little bit of a red mark on his skin. She put a hand over the mark. His shoulder flexed under her hand.
“I’m so sorry.”
He reached down and grabbed the band off the floor and handed it to her. He was already bent from the shallow ceiling height, so it took him very little effort to reach her launched weapon of hair taming.
“Don’t worry about it. Took away a bit of the sting from my toe.” He moved toward the side of the bed that Felicity usually slept on, but now it was where his phone was.
She watched as he got on his hands and knees and moved over to the far side of the mattress. He looked like a powerful cat on the prowl. His shoulders bunched and rippled, and she was trying really hard not to look at his ass, but it was right in front of her face, and was really rounded and perfect.
Felicity’s body seemed to realize before she did that it had been a while since she’d had a man in her bed. And it was the first time ever she’d had a man in this bed. Then she realized what was under the cubby on that side. Hopefully her guest wasn’t a snooper. Or at least, she hoped he wouldn’t figure out there was a latch under that side of the mattress.
A girl needs some secrets.
Chapter Fourteen
For someone so tiny, her hands were extremely warm. Brandon could still feel the imprint of her palm on his shoulder.
It was a good thing sports were on. Crazy shack lady, or not, she was adorable in her little braids and pajama pants.
Brandon wasn’t a lonely man by any means. He preferred to have his space, even when he was in a relationship. He chuckled to himself when he realized it was a good thing he’d broken it off with Rebecca months earlier. Explaining this situation to a girlfriend would not have gone over well.
“What’s so funny?”
Felicity’s voice was a bit higher pitched than normal. She was a nutjob for living here, but she was still a woman, and he was probably doing something to offend her. He seemed to have a knack for it whenever he got close enough to the opposite sex.
“I was just thinking that it was a good thing I’m not dating anyone.” Realizing how that sounded, Brandon coughed. “I mean…I’m sleeping in your bed. I mean…we’re pretty close to each other in here.”
That didn’t sound any better.
Luckily, she wasn’t offended. “Oh. That’s good.”
“That I’m not in a relationship?”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not coming onto you. I swear. I was just nervous that you’d found…” If possible, her eyelids stretched even wider and he could see the whites of her eyes glowing at him in the dim light.
“What did you think I found, Felicity?”
This whole day had been awkward as hell for him, and he’d felt like he was running around in the wrong direction of sanity since he’d gotten here. For the first time since he’d met this woman, it seemed like he might