Page 55 of Tattered Souls
Once we dropped Talia off at her apartment, Garrick drove us home.
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I was standing there, in my new pajamas, brushing my teeth after Garrick had tagged my hand and led me to the spare bedroom.
Then he proceeded to pack up all of my things.
I giggled, “Garrick, it’s one in the morning.”
His only response was to shrug, “Why put off tomorrow what we can do today?”
I giggled again, “You just want me in your bed.”
He winked, “Truth.”
Thirty minutes later, I had half of a dresser filled with my things, half of his closet filled with my things.
The right side of the bathroom counter was now mine, and my things were in his shower.
Garrick was locking the house up when I climbed into bed.
And when he sauntered back in shirtless, and with only a pair of boxers on, I was glad the covers were over my thighs that just rubbed together.
Trying to ease the ache between my legs.
His chest... it was magnificent.
Tanned. Toned. Tattooed. Scrumptious.
He winked as he caught me staring, and my cheeks flushed.
Then he pulled the covers back and climbed in.
I gasped when Garrick lifted my body and planted me on the other side of his body.
“Why’d you do that?” I asked.
He looked at me, and then curled his arms around me, pulling me into his body, as he said, “Cause, someone breaks in, they gotta go through me. And no one gets through me.”
At those words, I melted.
Completely.
Then I tentatively rested my head on his chest and curled my arm over his abs.
I felt him inhale a breath, and before I could remove my hand, his came up and lay atop it, halting me.
“Only did that because I’ve dreamed of your hands on me. Don’t take it away from me,” he said as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
I smiled, then I whispered, “Okay.”
I felt his head nod, and then he said, “Night, gorgeous.”
I grinned, “Night, Honey.”
“One,” I heard him whisper.
And before I could ask him about that, my eyes closed of their own accord.
