Page 18 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“You like her.” The tone of his voice shifts tenderly.
There’s a pull like a magnet between us that I can’t shake. I want to touch her. Listen to her smart mouth. Feel her. Kiss her. Make her fucking come on my cock. And take care of her afterward. “I don’t know her yet.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you recognize there’s something about her worth exploring andthathas a hold on you.” The pearls of wisdom Ronnie utters aren’t false.
This entire situation is making me rethink my next move. If anyone would see that it’s him. He knows me well. Seen me going through every stage of my life.
“Yeah.”
“What you gonna do about it?” He kicks the bike’s side-stand upward, preparing to take off.
I aim to watch her walk inside my door and never leave once she’s in. Give in to me completely but each stage will be under her approval.
A deep breath puffs my chest, “I’ll make me unforgettable.”
Dylan
Thesilkyking-sizedbedswallows me like a cloud of fluff. The smell of his woody fragrance covers his sheets, calm and peaceful. And maybe a tiny bit of my hibiscus shampoo as well.
Then the wafting scent of pancakes reaches my nostrils and water my mouth. My eyes dart open as my bare feet drag me to the metal railing.
Skating on the balls of his feet—all cheerful, making breakfast. His tatted hand flips the rounded pancake batter with ease.
I can’t lie to myself, he’s so cute like this; doing a mundane act that gets my soul on fire and my heart to swell.
The black t-shirt hugs his muscled biceps tightly, leading to a vast chest and broad shoulders. The gray sweatpants leave nothing to the imagination as he sways from side to side—a tiny curve sneaks up my mouth. In the natural light filtering from several windows, his natural golden complexion is prominent, creating some type of aura around him.
I go downstairs, letting the sweet aroma marinate my skin.
“Good morning! Sleepyhead.” Luka’s welcoming husky tone teases my eardrums.
“Good morning, deal-breaker,” I answer sheepishly. Last night is a tad hazy. I don’t recall making a fool out of myself. But I might’ve thought out loud. I tend to do that when I’m super exhausted. And I get feisty at times.
I sift through my purse that is sitting on the counter from last night. My phone flashes on my home screen.
Eleven twenty-seven in the morning.
“Shit! It’s past eleven already.”
“Don’t worry, I texted Sophie.” My eyes snap in Luka’s direction with a wave of building anger that climbs to my chest.
He stares at me innocently like he didn’t dig through my personal belongings. Not an ounce of apologetic gesture on his face.
“You left your phone unlocked.”
In mere seconds, I open my messages app, preparing myself for the damage I might have to fix.
Dylan: Hi Sophie, it’s Luka!
Dylan is crashing on my bed after I inked her for over five hours. Everything is fine and you’ll talk to her in the morning. PS. Nothing happened, I’m sleeping on the couch *angel emoji*
Sophie: You better! Get comfy mister. And make sure she eats breakfast in the morning.
Dylan: Already made plans! Don’t worry she’s in good hands *strong emoji*
Sophie: We’ll see about that… *skull emoji*
I open my mouth but the words don’t seem to reach my brain.
