Page 16 of Seduced By My Bully

Standing by his side, I stared down at him, my bully, my savior. I stroked his cheek lightly, and his eyes fluttered open. His warm brown orbs staring up at me. Using his good hand, he covered mine and smiled at me in a way that only he could. Nothing needed to be said out loud. The connection we shared long ago was still there, growing stronger by the second.

Is it possible that I met my soulmate when I was thirteen, but we were too stupid to know how to handle it? We were only kids back then. I never got over my crush on Cam, I just buried it so deep I wouldn’t have to deal with it. Seeing him, feeling him, finally knowing him, all of those feelings I’ve kept under lock and key are flooding back to the surface. So much has happened in the last fifteen years, but one thing has remained the same. I’m still Monroe, and he’s still Cam.

Cam argued with the doctor and won. He was released from the hospital late tonight. Thankfully, my parents had let me borrow one of their vehicles since mine was still at the dock parking lot.

I drove Cam back home about an hour ago and got him settled in. I helped him change and get into bed, although I got the feeling he didn’t need it. Then I gave him his medication, and I’ve been sitting by his bed watching him sleep like a freaking creeper for several minutes. When I’m sure he’s finally asleep, I stand and walk to the door of his room.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He asks in a deep raspy voice.

“You need to rest. Go to sleep, I’ll be out on the couch if you need me.”

“Get your sweet ass in this bed.” He growls.

“But-”

“T-shirts are in the middle drawer of my dresser. What’s mine is yours.”

I think to tell him ‘no,’ but the man needs his rest after the day he’s had. I grab one of his old football t-shirts that are well worn and soft to the touch, then go to his bathroom and change.

As soon as I walk in, I notice the large walk-in shower. What I need right now is a long hot shower to wash away the day. Not stopping to overthink it, I do just that. The high-pressure shower heats up quickly, and I take my time to scrub every inch of my body. When I’m finished, I towel off and put on the t-shirt.

As if he was waiting for me, Cam pulls back the covers, and I crawl into bed beside him. I leave plenty of space between us and try getting comfortable, but I can’t. This is a different bed than I’m used to, with different sheets, and a different man. I’m hyper-aware of everything happening around me.

“Come here.” He all but whispers, holding up his arm.

Scooting closer, I lay my head against his warm chest, listening to his beating heart. He wraps his arm around my back, resting it over my hip. “Go to sleep, Roe. We’ll figure it all out in the morning.”

Sleep pulls me under quickly tonight.

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