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Dylan

I’m terrifiedI’m going to fuck this up—or that Jem will fuck this up for me. As Sky sleeps beside me, I stroke hair from her face and kiss her cheek. She murmurs and buries her head in the pillow. Before Sky, waking up with a chick was a no-go. Dylan Morgan the rock star bastard kicked them out once he was done. But I could stay in bed with Sky for days, and never let her go.

I’m exercising massive self-control here, the strawberry Sky scent and the lingering smell of sex from last night has me so hard it's starting to hurt. I huff, and climb out of bed. At least we had another night to keep me going when I’m away from her—a night revealing Sky isn't as opposed to dirty rock star sex as I thought she might be.Fuck, stop thinking about sex.

Instead, I make breakfast, the strange domestic routine I’ve adopted with Sky and want to continue. Willshecontinue? I’ll do anything to make this work, and escape the darkness of my life. We can help each other make sense of the world; I can go anywhere and be anything with the strength I find from Sky. Sky's strength to walk away from her relationship with Grant and not fall in a heap amazes me. Her life is a struggle to find what she wants, exactly like mine is. Am I deluding myself if I think walking away from this life will pull me away from the darkness following?

I pull toast from the toaster, pouring hot water into a mug with the other hand. I know how Sky likes her tea; how many sugars. I’ve never known these small things about anyone before and this proves to me I love this woman.

Sky approaches behind and wraps her arms around my naked chest, her smooth hands rubbing the muscles then sliding towards my abs as she rests her cheek on my back. I turn around and draw her to me, running my hands down her delicious curves, before squeezing her ass.

She’s in a pink towelling robe. I bet she's naked under there, and I want to find out.

"No bacon?" she asks, detaching my hands from her beautiful ass.

"You don’t have any." I slide the plate of toast along the bench towards her.

Sky runs her tongue along her teeth, and she surveys my body. "Do you often make breakfast in just your underwear?"

I look down at my black briefs. "Want me to dress?"

The coy smile she gives me answers before she does. "No."

"Want to go back to bed?" I say quietly, giving her my best seductive smile in return.

Sky takes a bite of toast then blows hair from her face. "More sex and still no proper date," she teases.

"I'm taking you to London when I get back from Belgium."

"London? Why London?"

"There's a restaurant I like that's more private than your local Italian place would be."

"Long drive home."

"We don't have to come here. I have a place in London." 'A place' sounds funny, not the best description for one of the most expensive addresses in the city.

"Of course, you do." She rolls her eyes. "Gold plated taps, I hope? I noticed they were lacking in your little house in the country. How many 'places' do you have exactly?"

I slide my hand inside the front of Sky's robe and make contact with her breast.Naked. I knew it.As I try to undo her robe, she bites her lip and slaps my hand.

"Dylan Morgan, stop trying to distract me!"

Her darkened pupils indicate exactly the effect I'm having on her, the subtle pink in her cheeks turning me on because I know I'm doing the same to her. Fuck, we hardly need to touch each other and I’m hard.

Sky's look drops to my black briefs. "Honestly, Dylan..."

"What can I say? You fucking turn me on," I growl and grab her ass for the third time.

"I get the feeling Jem wants to get between us. Why?"

Talk about a clever way to stop me.Shit. I release her then focus intently on taking teabags from the cups and dropping them in her kitchen bin. "Because he's a dickhead."

How long can I hide this?

"He seems extreme. He scared me."

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