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I drift off to sleep like that, feeling that our relationship just shifted.
Chapter Eight
Declan
I feel myself wrapped around a warm, soft body, and such a feeling of contentment washes over me. I revel in the feeling for a while.
I nuzzle into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. I stiffen as I remember what happened. This isn't Violet. This isn't a dream - this is Sophie.
Fuck! What happened last night?
I had too much to drink. She saw me - I never let anyone see me. Her reaction floored me - it was like she didn't care one little bit. She wasn’t repulsed; shocked, yeah, probably because she's been living with me a while, but I've always made sure I'm dressed around her.
But here I am - curled around her - spooning her as though my life depends on it. Shit, she feels good, and she smells delicious. I want to lie here and not move, but this is wrong - I shouldn't be doing this. I think of Violet and her face, smiling up at me. I shouldn't be in bed with someone else - whether something happened or not. The truth is, I can't stop fucking thinking about what it would be like to be with Sophie. To kiss her, taste her, be inside her. Every time I see her, I have to train my dick not to spring into action. My body wants her, it’s craving her. My dick is searching for her right now - if I don’t get up, she’ll feel it pressing into her.
I gently roll away. I need some distance while I figure out what the hell I'm doing. I told her everything last night.Shit.Why do I feel like I cheated on Violet? I shared a bed with someone else. I didn't even do anything, and I feel guilty.
I stand next to the bed and look down at her, fast asleep. Her hair is all splayed out, her long eyelashes resting on her cheeks - she’s fucking perfect. Her lips are plump and round. My mind starts to wonder what they would be like wrapped around my dick. I shake my head to rid the thought. She is perfection. She looks like Snow White against the white cotton sheets. Well, Snow White with blue hair. I love that about her - love that she dares to be different.
I get into my gym stuff and grab my phone, I'm about to leave when I hear, “Hey, you going somewhere?”
I turn around. She is leant up on one elbow, all groggy. Cute as hell.
“Yeah, going to the gym. I’ll be back in an hour.”
She nods. “Are you alright, though?”
I nod. “Yeah, I think so. Just need a bit of headspace, you know?”
She nods and gives me a soft smile. “I get it. See you in a while - we’ll have breakfast together, yeah?”
I nod. “Sure.”
I leave and head down to the gym, hoping that I can work off some of my guilt, anguish and whatever the hell else I'm feeling.
As I walk back into the hotel room, I see Sophie coming out of the bathroom, fully clothed, looking gorgeous as per usual. I try not to let her affect me, but I'm human, and she’s sexy as fuck. She’s wearing a dress that fits her curves like a glove. She has converse on, and her hair is up in a high ponytail. What must it be like waking up to her every morning? I mean, technically, I do because we live together, but I meanwith herwith her, not only as her landlord.
