43. Cassie #2
His blue eyes open and find mine like heat-seeking missiles. “You said I can use your body any way I want, right?”
I nod.
“I’ve missed you. I want to fall asleep inside you tonight.”
My heart skips a beat. I’ve been reluctant for his cock to leave me before, but I never considered that.
Smiling softly, I relax against him. “You have the best ideas.”
He kisses the corner of my mouth, and I let my eyes drift closed.
This is nice.
I lay my hand against his chest and feel the strong beating of his heart beneath my palm.
All mine.
I fall asleep with Tor’s cock inside me, his strong arms wrapped around me, and a peaceful smile tugging at my well-kissed lips.
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When my eyes open the following morning, it takes a few seconds for me to remember that everything is okay again. More than okay, actually. Everything is perfect.
Once I do, I roll out of bed and stretch. I go to my dresser and pull out a pink satin robe Tor bought for me. I shrug it on and tie the belt so I’m not completely naked, then I sneak to the bathroom to freshen up a little.
I smell breakfast cooking.
My mouth waters.
As I’m washing my hands, my gaze catches on the empty space where my daisy bracelet used to be, and I feel a pinch of regret.
More than a pinch, really. I acted rashly when I tossed it, and now I wish I hadn’t, but I’d been so mad at him, so hurt.
I already took out the trash, so I can’t even dig it out now.
A little bummed, I nonetheless head to the kitchen where Tor is waiting for me.
I didn’t even come in here last night when I got home. I never made it past the couch. Now I notice the dying roses that I last saw in the vase are gone, replaced by a fresh bouquet of red ones.
I smile. My gaze drifts to Tor, standing shirtless at the stove in a pair of gray sweats that hang low on his hips. God, he’s so good-looking.
“We really have to do something about how hot you are,” I tell him. “It can’t be tolerated.”
He glances at me over his shoulder, his gaze dropping to take in the sight of me before returning to my face. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to like that? Why are you complaining?”
“Because I know that means I’ll always have to deal with women throwing themselves at you.”
He shakes his head, turning his attention back to the stove. “They better not throw themselves too hard. They’ll get hurt.”
I grin, drifting over to the cabinets to grab a couple of glasses. “I’m serious.”
“So am I,” he says, but his tone is light as he looks over at me. “How are you feeling this morning? Other than irrationally jealous.”
I grab my pink oven mitt and swat him with it, causing him to chuckle. Then I put it down and sigh. “Actually, I’m a little sad.”
His amusement clears in an instant. “Why?”
“I did something impulsive when I was mad at you.”
Unconcerned, he uses the wide end of the spatula to move the eggs around the pan. “What’d you do? I’m sure we can fix it.”
Grimacing, I admit, “I threw away my daisy bracelet.”
“Ah.” He nods once, but doesn’t appear surprised.
“Obviously, I regret it now. I loved that bracelet. And I know we could buy a new one, but it’s not the same. You bought it for me when we were in New York, the night we saw Gatsby—”
Before I can finish listing the reasons for my regret, he reaches into his pocket. He draws his hand out, closed around something, and my heart skips when he drops the bracelet into my hand.
“My bracelet! You saved it.”
He nods. “I may have come into the apartment when you weren’t here.”
Sighing, I rush over and throw my arms around his neck. “Thank you so much,” I say, kissing his cheek. “You’re the best man to ever live.”
He chuckles, winding an arm around my waist. “Damn, I should save your jewelry more often.”
“I promise to never again hurl anything you bought me into the trash in a fit of anger.”
“Hey, it’s better than other ways you could express your anger,” he says lightly. “But, speaking of things you might have done when you were angry, we do need to have a discussion about Shaley.”
My face drops, and so do my arms. “Why? There’s nothing to worry about with Shaley.”
“Did you tell her anything? I’m not mad if you did. You just need to tell me the truth so I can handle it.”
“I don’t like the way you handle these things,” I inform him.
“I won’t hurt her,” he assures me. “I know she’s your friend. I also picked her out in part because she seems… malleable. If you told her anything you shouldn’t have, I’m sure we can fix it. I just need to know.”
“I didn’t,” I assure him. When he side-eyes me like he doesn’t entirely believe it, I’m more insistent.
“I really didn’t. I was a mess, but I have enough experience with you at this point to know better.
I kept my mouth shut. Shaley’s great. She didn’t press.
She was just there for me despite not knowing why.
She surmised that we had a really bad fight, but…
that’s all. Well… I mean, you did send someone to stalk us until I left her house, so that left her with the impression that you’re a little controlling, but I believe we can smooth that over. ”
He nods, his mind working to put together a repair plan. I can practically see the wheels turning, but they’re not heading anywhere dangerous, so I let go and return to the task of getting us some juice to go with our breakfast.