when you’re at safe distance.” Oh, good grief, he was talking like he was going to test some kind of military defense weapon.
The bed was touching the back of my legs when I gave him the all-clear. A little click followed by Liam’s body charging through the now opened door, had me sagging with relief. The first words from him were, “That was new,” which was trailed by his eyes following his hand as he ran it up the frame speculatively, giving it the once over in a nonchalant approach to detect the cause.
“It’s okay, you got it open.” I meandered sleepily towards my knight in shining ar mor. Hands which displayed my gratitude rose and were quickly pressed against his powder blue shirt, sweeping and clawing over the body which I loved, a body which I would do anything in this world for no matter how obscene. “Thank you for rescuing me, Mr. DeLaney,” I murmured with a flirty grin and was awarded with a soft, delicate kiss. Hmm…he tasted like strawberries.
“Thank you for needing rescuing , Miss Jenson. I’m glad my work here is done. Breakfast?”
Breakfast? He was going to cook? Inwardly scoffing at the thought, I however, managed to see past the undomesticated ways of Liam DeLaney and gave myself a stern pep-talk. I should’ve been thankful that he was exiting his comfort zone and making the effort. I nodded my agreement and told him I was going to wash up first.
With a morning kiss to send my world out of orbit, he left me to do my thing.
I’m not going to lie; I half expected to see the apartment looking like a bomb testing site when I stepped out of the bedroom. As I tread down the hallway, I was beyond amazed to see everything gone. No red plastic cups, no spider webs, skeletons or ghouls. No empty snack bowls, or bowls full of slime, no pumpkin heads or hanging witches, just everything how and where it should be. I smiled and sighed with profound appreciation at the zero amount of workload for yours truly.
Pulling free my blond locks through the black turtleneck, I s pluttered after being whipped in the face by the flicking tips of my hair and I continued to tread lightly to the kitchen, when I overheard hushed voices.
“She is my sister. Don’t think I won––”
“Oh, Brittany, would you really risk stooping that low? Get over it.”
“Good morning,” I piped, sending the pair jumping back and out of their skin when I entered. I giggled to myself. “You know, it’s customary for the party to say ‘good morning’ back, not leave a fucking crater in the ceiling,” I teased, heading for the coffee pot which was obscured by my sister’s curvy form. Her arms were folded across her ample chest, her legs crossed at the ankles as she rested the small of her back on the edge of the counter. She was peeking down at her feet. For Brittany Jenson, she appeared somewhat abashed.
The clash ing of vibrant colors from her bright green hair and thick purple pantyhose with a small red tartan-like skirt was doing nothing for my eyes. I was half tempted to dial for the fashion police myself. That being said, Brittany had always been in a league of her own. She was a shepherd not a sheep, and I admired her for that.
“Mor ning, sis,” she sounded on edge. It wasn’t until she finally wrenched her head back, that I noticed how pale she was.
“Hey… ” concerned, I instantly set the pot back on its stand and turned to my usually vivacious sister. “Britt, you don’t look so good.”
“She was drinking last night. She’s probably got a hangover.” Liam’s husky explanation came from behind my shoulder as soon as I lifted my hand to her forehead.
“Is that all it is Britt, just a normal hangover?” I sounded far from convinced. She may have been an adult, but she was still younger than me, so technically, she was in my care. And if there was something wrong with my sister, then I wanted to know.
Fidgeting as she gazed over my shoulder, a spell passe d in silence. Shifting into
The bed was touching the back of my legs when I gave him the all-clear. A little click followed by Liam’s body charging through the now opened door, had me sagging with relief. The first words from him were, “That was new,” which was trailed by his eyes following his hand as he ran it up the frame speculatively, giving it the once over in a nonchalant approach to detect the cause.
“It’s okay, you got it open.” I meandered sleepily towards my knight in shining ar mor. Hands which displayed my gratitude rose and were quickly pressed against his powder blue shirt, sweeping and clawing over the body which I loved, a body which I would do anything in this world for no matter how obscene. “Thank you for rescuing me, Mr. DeLaney,” I murmured with a flirty grin and was awarded with a soft, delicate kiss. Hmm…he tasted like strawberries.
“Thank you for needing rescuing , Miss Jenson. I’m glad my work here is done. Breakfast?”
Breakfast? He was going to cook? Inwardly scoffing at the thought, I however, managed to see past the undomesticated ways of Liam DeLaney and gave myself a stern pep-talk. I should’ve been thankful that he was exiting his comfort zone and making the effort. I nodded my agreement and told him I was going to wash up first.
With a morning kiss to send my world out of orbit, he left me to do my thing.
I’m not going to lie; I half expected to see the apartment looking like a bomb testing site when I stepped out of the bedroom. As I tread down the hallway, I was beyond amazed to see everything gone. No red plastic cups, no spider webs, skeletons or ghouls. No empty snack bowls, or bowls full of slime, no pumpkin heads or hanging witches, just everything how and where it should be. I smiled and sighed with profound appreciation at the zero amount of workload for yours truly.
Pulling free my blond locks through the black turtleneck, I s pluttered after being whipped in the face by the flicking tips of my hair and I continued to tread lightly to the kitchen, when I overheard hushed voices.
“She is my sister. Don’t think I won––”
“Oh, Brittany, would you really risk stooping that low? Get over it.”
“Good morning,” I piped, sending the pair jumping back and out of their skin when I entered. I giggled to myself. “You know, it’s customary for the party to say ‘good morning’ back, not leave a fucking crater in the ceiling,” I teased, heading for the coffee pot which was obscured by my sister’s curvy form. Her arms were folded across her ample chest, her legs crossed at the ankles as she rested the small of her back on the edge of the counter. She was peeking down at her feet. For Brittany Jenson, she appeared somewhat abashed.
The clash ing of vibrant colors from her bright green hair and thick purple pantyhose with a small red tartan-like skirt was doing nothing for my eyes. I was half tempted to dial for the fashion police myself. That being said, Brittany had always been in a league of her own. She was a shepherd not a sheep, and I admired her for that.
“Mor ning, sis,” she sounded on edge. It wasn’t until she finally wrenched her head back, that I noticed how pale she was.
“Hey… ” concerned, I instantly set the pot back on its stand and turned to my usually vivacious sister. “Britt, you don’t look so good.”
“She was drinking last night. She’s probably got a hangover.” Liam’s husky explanation came from behind my shoulder as soon as I lifted my hand to her forehead.
“Is that all it is Britt, just a normal hangover?” I sounded far from convinced. She may have been an adult, but she was still younger than me, so technically, she was in my care. And if there was something wrong with my sister, then I wanted to know.
Fidgeting as she gazed over my shoulder, a spell passe d in silence. Shifting into
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