Page 47 of With This Kiss
“Oh, you don’t have to…”
I trailed off when he climbed off the bed, the cover falling and revealing more of his skin. He never bothered to put more clothes on last night, and while it was easier to ignore him then, this morning was completely different.
There was no ignoring this, ignoring him.
I had never seen so much skin on a man before. And there was no shyness on Reign’s part. He was the kind of man who was truly comfortable in his own skin.
Slowly, he moved over to me. I resisted the urge to back away, determined not to show him just how much he affected me.
“We’re going to have breakfast, then I’ll drive you home. Okay? I’m sure Johnny has the key to get inside, so you don’t have to worry about letting him in. Got it?”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want Johnny to wait. It was more that spending so much time with Reign was fucking with my mind. And I was supposed to be the one to makehimfall in love?
Exactly who was playing who here?
Before I could come up with a plausible excuse, my stomach chose that moment to growl. Reign shot me a knowing smile.
“It’s decided.” He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around until I faced the direction of the door. I felt him lean down until his lips were close to my ear. Goose bumps instantly broke out from the move, and I could feel my stomach dropping all the way down to my feet.
“Go get ready, sweetheart.”
I nodded and walked out of there before I could think better of it. Just as I reached the bathroom door, I looked back to see Reign still standing there, watching me, with a thoughtful expression on his face that made my heart race for no apparent reason.
I rushed inside the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaning against it.
When I looked up in the mirror, it was just as I suspected—I was flushed red.
Two days passed,and everything was back to normal at my apartment.
The water was fixed, and I was back home, where I felt the most comfortable.
At least…
Ihadfelt comfortable before.
Now, there was just something about my home that made me want to redecorate the entire thing, to throw most of what I owned out and start over.
It was only the thought of doing it, of all the work I would have to put into it, that stopped me.
I wasn’t sure if the changes would give me the result I wanted or even if I really did want this change in the first place.
I left things alone and tried to pretend it didn’t bother me.
My phone flashed with a notification from Reign as I was waiting at a restaurant for my takeout.
I hadn’t seen him since that morning when I woke up in his arms. We had breakfast like he wanted, then he drove me home.
Work must have been busy for him because, aside from a few occasional texts here and there, he hadn’t really made any plans to meet up.
And I was going crazy, wondering if I should be the one to contact him and set up another “date.”
Knowing him, he would probably make me plan the entire thing again and pay for it.
I didn’t know much about wooing men, but something about being the only one to take the initiative didn’t sit right with me.
If I chased him too hard, wouldn’t that make me no different from the long line of women who had chased him before and were still chasing him?
I wouldn’t stand out the way I wanted.
