Page 55 of Satan's Son

Chapter 23

Ethan Beast. I don’t know how many times I had pictured him in my bed!

But there is a difference between dreaming and reality. Just because I would fantasize about it, didn’t mean I ever expected it to happen. That was the thing about reality and dreams; you never expected them to intertwine.

Until this morning, when I woke up naked next to the sleeping Ethan Beast.

My stomach was twisting into an unbearable knot. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the circumstances or if my stomach was slowly eating itself.

“You’re thinking loudly.”

I twisted my head to meet Ethan’s bright green eyes; concern flickered there.

“You can read minds now?” I turned on my side to face him.

Why was he so attractive?

I was sure his attraction was turned to maximum volume in the morning.

“You scared?” His fingers traced my cheekbone.

“Scared of what?” Smiling, I wiggled closer toward him. “That I’m in bed with Satan’s son or that I’m naked with a man that I kind of love annoying?”

Tingles shot across my body as his fingers ran down my side.

“Love annoying?” He arched his eyebrows at me. “So, you admit you do it on purpose?”

“You’re my favorite hobby.” I smirked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he moved to hover over me. “That has to count for something?”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

My eyes popped wide.Did he? No. He didn’t? Did he?

“Addison?” He frowned down at me. “Something wrong?”

I had lost my tongue.

“Addison?” His tone hardened with panic. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You... said you… loved… me…” I stuttered out the words, slowly, like a toddler speaking for the first time.

His expression turned into one of understanding, then quickly switched to one of pain.

“You don’t feel the same?”

I’m sure there were numerous things I could have said to wipe his fear away. But this was me, so rather than doing that, I went back to speaking like a toddler.

“I… well… I… umm…”

A dry smile spread across his lips. “Don’t. Just stop. I get it.”

He was off me before I blinked.

My stomach twisted as I watched him pull his pants on.

“Should have expected it,” he grumbled to himself.

“Expected what!” I threw the blankets back and stumbled out of bed toward him. “Ethan, stop!” I grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving before I got a chance to explain.

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