A wide grin spread across my face as I heard him; my eyes sparkled with giddy excitement. Even though he hadn’t admitted to his feelings, he still gave me a chance to make do it, and I was ready to go all out-not relenting.
With one stride, I closed the small distance between us; my fingers traced the curve of his collar, and I gripped him possessively and drew him closer.
He gave in to my abrupt pull, his eyes fixed on my face as his expression contained a mix of amusement and irritation. He let out a disgruntled sigh, his lips pressed into a thin line as our faces were mere inches apart.
My grin grew wider as my face desperately hovered over his, our lips almost touching. All I wanted to do was kiss those rosy lips over and over again, just as I had always imagined in my wet dreams, and finally, it had become a reality.
I heaved a soft, satisfied sigh, ready to crash my lips onto his, but without warning, he gently gripped a fistful of my hair, tilting his head away from my face.
“Enough with the kisses; you’ve had enough fun for one day,” he whispered, his warm breath dancing on my neck, sending flutters all over me.
I grasped his collar tightly, my fingers firm in defiance. “The fun has just begun, Mr. Clinton; the petty kisses aren’t even enough to satisfy me,” I purred in a low, rumbling tone, nuzzling into his neck, my shoulders raising as I shivered, pressing my bosom into his muscular chest.
“I said we should take it slow; God knows what you’re thinking right now,” he shot back, taking full control of my body and pulling me away from his chest while the grip on my hair tightened. I felt no pain, but a wave of pleasure washed over me as my body tingled with a mix of anticipation and amusement at his words.
“That’s an understatement; you know what I’m thinking,” I remarked, biting my lower lip as my eyes wandered all over his impeccable face.
He stared deeply at me, his eyes narrowing into a squint as he studied me intently. “Sarah, you are no longer the innocent girl I used to know. You’ve…”
“Changed…” I interrupted, completing the statement, my eyes never leaving his. “I can’t remain the sweet, innocent girl forever. I am bound to change over time, but honestly, you were part of that change.”
His eyebrow quirked, finding my words amusing. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he broke away from our intimate position.
“You should probably start preparing breakfast, or we will all starve,” he remarked, his gaze leaving mine as he leaned on the counter beside me.
I rolled my eyes, now facing the counter, grabbing some cutting utensils. “I don’t think you will starve when you can just pop open a pizza delivery.”
“I’m cutting on my diet,” he said, crossing his arms, a small, rare smile tugging at his lips.
I raised an eyebrow, intently checking him out. His bulging muscles seemed to want to tear off his shirt; his well-defined arms that screamed “touch me” were clearly outlined on his fitted white shirt, and I couldn’t help but admire his physique.
Since keeping a good diet can help him build and maintain his muscle mass, possibly making him even more attractive, then so be it. I’ll definitely help him.
My smile never faltered as I quickly grabbed an apple, gingerly placed it in a glass bowl, and tossed it over to him. “Good to know then… here, eat up; fruits are good. An advice from a nurse.”
He effortlessly caught the apple, his face laced with amusement. He then raised an eyebrow in a mocking manner. “A nurse? What basic level are you currently in? You could barely comprehend anatomy.”
What the fuck, he has a sharp tongue!
“That hurts,” I said in a playful, stern voice. My brow knitted in displeasure.
He chuckled, taking a bite of his apple, his broad shoulders looming in the corner beside me as he watched me cook.
While I chopped rapidly on the freshly peeled carrots, my mind trailed back to Erin, our last conversation, the anger and defeat in her voice when she said she was being kicked out.
And it was obvious who was behind that.
I tossed him a glance, my eyes sparking with gratitude. “Thanks for taking immediate action concerning… Erin,” I said, my lips pressing into a thin smile. “That was a big relief.”
He looked my way, his gaze turning soft and affectionate as he stared at me briefly. “That was the right thing to do, and it was my fault for letting her stay here in the first place. I got swayed by her facade.” He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. “Perhaps I was too kind.”
“How long have you known her?” I asked, my gaze lingering on him with curiosity.
He shrugged, his tone flat. “Just two years.”
“That’s not a long time at all,” I blurted, returning my gaze to the vegetables I was dicing.
Then I tried reaching out for the peanut jar at the edge of the counter, but it was too far away for me to grab.
“Can you please help me with the peanuts?” I asked, my voice laced with desperation as I strained to reach the jar.
He turned to my aid, passing the jar to me, but when I attempted to take it from him, he hesitated, his brow furrowing in a mix of alarm and concern, his eyes locking onto mine with a questioning gaze.
“Do you want to add peanuts to the dish?”
I gave a curt nod, still trying to pull the jar from him, but he didn’t budge. “Mr. Clinton,” I called, snapping his attention to the jar. “Let go.”
Abruptly, he snatched it away, putting it back where it was in the first place. “Skipped the flavor; my mother is allergic to peanuts.”
His warning and serious tone dropped like a shell, leaving me stunned and apologetic.
“Oh, I… I didn’t know,” I said softly, my eyes widening in alarm.
“Last time she ate peanuts, she almost choked to death,” he added, his tone firm, emphasizing the weight of the allergy.
I froze, still holding the knife in one hand, unsure of how to respond, a mix of surprise and concern etching my face.
If he hadn’t been here, I would have made peanut salad with the pasta, and the horrific would have happened. The seriousness in his tone only showed the intensity of the consequences.
“Thank goodness if you weren’t here with me, then I would have…” I paused, not wanting to let the words out.
I quickly shrugged it off, turning my gaze to the diced set of vegetables. “Let’s just settle with pesto sauce.”
I said, and the next moment, a faint shattering sound erupted from the living room, drawing our attention to the door.