Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“I’m a glass-half-full kind of girl,” I say, my tone lighthearted. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
“Yeah? Is that the only reason?”
I pull my arm in and place my hand over his pec. “No, it isn’t. Since you came home, you’ve been different and not the coldhearted bastard who scared the living hell out of me.” I tilt my head back so I can see his face. “I like this version of you much more.”
“It makes me very happy to hear that,” he whispers before pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.
Leo places his hand behind my head, and I get comfortable again, pressing my cheek to his chest.
With the sexual tension satisfied between us for the time being, it feels very intimate lying naked in his arms.
I love it.
It feels as if my body has known his all my life.
Chapter 21
LEO
After getting showered and dressed, I walk through my bedroom and open the door.
Haven’s on her way to the stairs, but she stops to glance over her shoulder.
When I lock my door, she asks, “Why do you always lock it? Scared I’ll snoop?”
“I have weapons in my bedroom and don’t want to risk you killing me,” I answer truthfully, even though I now know Haven wouldn’t hurt a fly.
“That’s wise of you,” she teases me as she turns around and comes toward me. “Can I see what your bedroom looks like? I’m nosy.”
I let out a chuckle as I unlock the door again. I push it open and gesture for her to step inside. “Careful, though. I might not let you out again.”
“Hmm…” She gives me a seductive look as she moves past me, making me harden at the speed of light.
Now that I’ve seen her naked and tasted her pussy, it’s a constant battle not to throw her down and fuck her raw.
But I’m also loving the torture. It’s become an addiction.
When Haven sees the glass cabinets covering the entire left wall of my bedroom, her eyes widen at all the weapons.
“Holy crap, Leo!” she gasps. “That’s a lot of guns.”
I tuck my keys into my pocket and watch as she moves past my bed.
The image of her naked and sprawled out on the black covers flashes through my mind, and I have to adjust my hard-as-fuck cock into a more comfortable position.
Haven slowly walks closer to the podium with the glass box containing Carina’s stuffed unicorn.
She stares at it for a long moment, then asks, “Why do you have a stuffed toy on a podium?”
Even though I hate talking about my past, I reply, “It belonged to a little girl who meant the world to me.” Haven glances at me as I add, “I lost her.”
“I’m sorry. You must’ve loved her a lot to have kept her toy.”
“So much,” I whisper. “I’ll love her until my dying breath.”
“Was she your sister?” she asks.
I shake my head. “She was my best friend’s sister.”
Haven looks at the glass box again. “As a kid, I loved unicorns. That’s where my love for horses started.”
She lifts her hand to the glass, and I almost snap at her not to touch it, but bite the words back, even though every muscle in my body tenses.
“I think I had one like this,” she murmurs. “But the colors were brighter and not so faded.” She glances at me from over her shoulder. “What are the brown marks?”
“Blood.”
Haven’s features tighten, but I can’t place the expression on her face as she glances around the rest of my bedroom. Her eyes land on the framed photo on my bedside table, and as she walks closer to it, a frown forms on her forehead.
When she picks it up, her hand starts to tremble, her face drawing tight with shock and pain.
I move closer to her. “Haven?”
“Why do you have a photo of me?” The blood drains from her face, leaving her deathly pale. “Oh God. I thought I was dreaming of you because of all the crap, but I think they were memories.”
The shock of her words hits me so hard, a powerful tremor shudders through my body, my voice a mere rasp as I whisper, “What did you just say?”
Haven’s features start to crumble as her eyes slowly move from the photo to me. “I think you’re the teenage boy from my nightmares.”
I’m stunned out of my fucking mind for way too long as I stare at Haven, unable to process what’s happening.
Suddenly, she rushes toward me and starts to unbutton my shirt. She shoves the fabric off my shoulders, her eyes locking on the scar left by the bullet I took to my chest. She darts behind me, and I feel her fingers brush over the other scar. “It was you! You were there that night!”
My breathing speeds up too fast, and my head spins.