Page 89 of Swan

Was he in his taking a shower? As far as I knew, Drake didn’t have any tattoos. None that were shown anyway. I wasn’t sure about his back since I hadn’t seen him shirtless.

Oh my God. I had to stop thinking about him. He was starting to consume my thoughts. That wouldn’t be good. I could slip up at some point, and he’d read my attraction from my heart eyes or something.

Back in the bedroom, I glanced to the large bed and quickly away before thoughts of Drake and me on the bed could settle in my mind. I glanced down at my clothes. Jeans and a plain white tee. Did I need to change for dinner? The ones I’d been a part of here before hadn’t been formal. With that in mind, I went to the door and stepped out of my room.

My pulse spiked when I stood in front of Drake’s.

He could be in the shower, and I’d have to go in there where he’d be naked to let him know I was heading downstairs. I wouldn’t want him to think I’d just forgotten about him.

I bit my bottom lip as my cheeks heated.

Snorting at myself, I raised a hand and knocked.

I waited and waited some more.

Had he left or fallen asleep?

The door suddenly opened, and Drake stood with a phone to his ear. He pulled it away. “I called for you to come in. You didn’t hear me?”

“No, sorry.”

“All good. One sec, babe.” He placed the phone back to his ear. “Dad, I’ll ring you later. … Yeah.” He rolled his eyes at me, smirking. I smiled as he paused, listening to his dad. “Got it, old man. Talk soon.” He pushed his phone into his pocket and stepped out of his room. I had to move back.

“Does he miss you already?” I teased.

Drake snorted. “Yeah, was breakin’ down on the phone wishin’ for his baby boy to come home.”

Laughing, I nodded. “I can imagine.”

“You sure you know the way?” he asked as we walked down the hall.

“I do. At least I know that if I need to get rid of you, I just have to place you somewhere in the house on your own. You’ll never find your way back.”

My heart stumbled over his chuckle. “Little birdy, you wouldn’t want to get rid of me.”

Boy, don’t I know it.

Why was I suddenly accepting feeling drawn to him so easily?

Why wasn’t I fighting it anymore? Why was I ready to give in to this desire, this want?

Then again, it really didn’t take much thought to come to the truth once I pushed past the guilt.

He made me happy. I liked being around him and looked forward to seeing him. The day was bright when I did see him.

Shrugging—and seriously hoping he hadn’t turned into a mind reader—I told him, “Then you better not misbehave.”

He pressed a hand to his chest. “I’ll try to be good.”

I laughed. “At least you said try.”

I liked this. We’d always had good banter—even when he added some flirty words in and I became flustered.

“Believe me, you don’t want me too good, Birdy.” He winked.

My face flamed, and I rolled my eyes before biting my bottom lip to contain my smile.

Downstairs, I led us towards the dining room and pushed the door open. Usually there were several of Wolf’s family members for dinner, but that time there were only Wolf and Ruin.

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