Page 28 of Filthy Love

Keeping his eyes averted, he drove in silence and listened to her none-stop rambling.

He might have smiled once or twice.

Or maybe it was a stroke.

Either way all the tightness in his chest lessened.

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Being half sozzled with the room spinning meant Gia didn’t really feel the graze on her knee even as blood trickled down her leg drying in long lines, she sat on the edge of the bed, swaying a little.

God, she felt fuzzy and why the hell was her leg bleeding?

She figured the big, glowering man in jeans and a black T-shirt had the answers.

“I’m sitting in my panties with Hawk in my house.” She narrated around a vodka-fueled hiccup as though he wasn’t standing right there glaring at her.

Handsome.Handsome. He made her belly ache.

She chuckled at his scowl. She loved his scowl, it made him twice as beautiful, and his pastel blue eyes sharper. She gulped him in and watched him stalk out of her bedroom. With a pout she yelled. “That was rude, mister! At least say goodbye when you stalk off. Leaving me here in my panties, mygood pantieswith the lace by the way, you didn’t even look at them! I didn’t pay twelve bucks for you not to look at them, jeez, no manners these bikers.”

Gia was giggling to herself, leaning back on her hands deciding if she was going to sleep right there or attempt the mega climb into the bed when he strode back in carrying a white basin she kept by the sink. She reared up, gaping.

“You came back!”.

How was he so rugged and big and handsome and so fuckinghandsome?

She wanted to rub all over him.

She wondered if he’d lie on the ground while she rubbed all over him?

He was like a giant mountain bear, she decided.

A bear with big teeth and snarling jaw.

God, she loved him so much, so hard, her boobsached.

“How did I cut my leg?” Her brow furrowed trying to remember, lifting it out in front of her to gaze at the trickle of blood. “Where are my clothes?”

“You fell out of my truck before I could lift you out. And you stripped when I got you inside.” His tone tight.

He was always so angry.

So sexy and angry, she thought.

He crouched down by her feet and her heart swelled to see him down there, almost bowing to her. Almost like he loved her.

As if.

“You need a haircut.” She mused with a sloppy smile, her hand reached out to touch his messy mop, but he caught it and pressed it back to the bed. Wasn't that always the way, she never got to touch him. Rejection hurt more than ever.

The bowl was full of water, he wrung out a soaked cloth and began dabbing at her knee more tender than expected him to be.

“Ow. Fuck, fuck,fuck, ow! That hurts!”

“Keep still, little bit, I gotta get the gravel out of the wound.”

“Just…please be careful, I don’t want my knee to fall off.”

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