Page 135 of Make Me Swoon

Bryson lets us into my apartment and Naia runs up to greet us. I need to take her for a walk but Bryson beats me to it.

“I got her. You go relax.” He says.

I nod as he puts Naia on her leash and they leave. I go over to the door, locking it before I make my way into my room and then into the bathroom. I want to soak in a nice hot bath and then I want to order pizza and watch movies all night.

I hear Bryson come back into the apartment when I’m getting out of my bath and I wrap a towel around me as I open the door and walk out into the living room. He’s bent down, putting Naia’s water bowl back down on the ground when I walk out and I see his eyes snap to me when I make my way over to him. Water drips down my legs and he seems fascinated by it. I clear my throat as I lean against the counter.

“I was going to order some pizza. Do you want anything?” I ask.

“Yeah, pizza sounds good.”

“Pepperoni ok?”

He just nods as his eyes dip back to my legs. I turn and walk back to my bedroom to grab my phone and I can feel his eyes on me the entire way. If I wasn’t still upset about my mom’s call, then this new attention would definitely thrill me.

I pick up my phone and order the pizza, adding some breadsticks and drinks before hanging up. I slip on some yoga pants and a thin blue tank top that matches my eyes before I pad out to the kitchen. Bryson is still standing in the kitchen with Naia and his eyes lock on me as I walk out. I notice the way they dip down, snagging on my chest and I look down at myself to see that this tank is so worn that my nipples are almost visible. I look up to see Bryson still staring and he licks his lips. I can feel my nipples tighten into hardened peaks at his obvious arousal and I could swear I hear him groan as he tears his eyes away.

The doorbell rings and I grab my wallet as I walk to the door.

“Whoa!” Bryson says as he grabs my elbow and spins me around to face him. He drops his hand immediately, taking a step back as I stare up at him.

“What?” I ask.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting the pizza.” I say, like he’s an idiot.

“Not like that.” He says cryptically as he steps around me and opens the door. He steps out into the hall for a minute before he walks back in carrying our food. He closes and locks the door behind him before he drops the food on the counter and looks back at me. His eyes drop to my chest once again and I realize what he meant by “not like that.” He didn’t want anyone else to see me dressed like this.

I smile to myself as I grab some food and curl up on the couch. I turn the TV on, putting on some comedy that I find on Netflix. Bryson comes over after a couple of minutes and sits a few feet away. I want to laugh at the distance he puts between us but I manage to keep it in.

We finish our food and settle back in before he pounces.

“Did you want to talk about the phone call?”

I thought maybe he forgot and he wasn’t going to ask me about it but I should have known he was just waiting for the right time to strike.

“Just my mom. She has some great guy for me to meet and I’m expected at dinner on Friday.”

He’s silent for a minute and I go back to watching the movie before he speaks again.

“Are you going?” He asks quietly.

“Absolutely not.”

I watch as a small smile curves his lips and I could swear that the tension in his shoulders eases at my answer. I shake it off and sink back into the couch. We’re silent then as we both get lost in the movie.

CHAPTER 4

Bryson

I wakethe next morning to Naia licking my face. I blink my eyes open to see that I’m still on the couch. I must have fallen asleep during the TV show last night. I feel something heavy on my chest and I look to see Bianca’s mess of blonde hair fanned out on my shoulder. Her head is resting on my chest with one arm draped across my stomach. I can feel one of her legs entwined with mine and the other is thrown over my hip and dangling off the side of the couch. At some point, we both must have fallen asleep and ended up cuddling up with each other.

I look down at her face. Her pale lashes are resting against her cheeks which are flushed with sleep. Her ruby red lips are parted and I watch as her chest rises and falls with her breaths. My cock stiffens even further as she shifts and rubs against me. I bite back a groan and screw my eyes shut to try to calm myself down. I used to be able to control myself better but it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone and there’s something about Bianca that just gets me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life.

I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to hold myself back from throwing her down on the nearest surface and making her scream my name until she’s hoarse. She hasn’t been helping. She’s always flirting with me or teasing me with her body. I know she thinks that I don’t know what she’s doing, but I do. I look forward to her flirting with me on her breaks at the coffee shop or the way she brushes her hand or body against mine when we’re walking home or moving around the apartment.

It’s driving me crazy. I want her so bad but I want more than just a one-night stand with her. That would be a bad idea anyway since I’m still here to protect her. From everything that I know about Bianca, she isn’t one for commitment. I don’t know why that is yet, but I do know that I can’t just ask her out. Even if she said yes, it would only be for one night. I want a lifetime of nights with her so I’ve been trying to take things slow.

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