The thunder interrupts us, and he pulls up to look out the window.
"It looks like it's really getting bad out there." The storm warnings flood the TV in the other room, sending the most aggravating sirens through the house.
I stretch over the bed to grab his hand.
"Thanks for saving me. Dying in a thunderstorm would've been a really shitty way to go."
"I will save youeverytime." He laughs.
"You are safe, though, so I guess I will get back." He backs away from the bed and turns to the door.
"Judson..." I stop him.
"Could you maybe stay?" He glides back across the room and plants a subtle kiss on my forehead. I'm not sure how other people see Judson, but I assume it's not like this.
CHAPTER 7
JUDSON
The sound of the rain on the roof is the single most relaxing sound on the planet. Blakely is a breath of fresh air, too, when I can get her out of her head. Her tiny body next to mine fits flawlessly, and her skin seems to always be cold. I pull her in closer to me, creating body heat. Her long wavy hair is sprawled out across my chest as her head rests on my shoulder. Our fingers are intertwined over my stomach, and she nervously fiddles with my fingers sending high school butterflies deep into my core.
I find her innocence so attractive. I have never been attracted to anyone this young. Hell, she is barely older than my baby brother. Here I am wrapped up in this mystery and hanging on every moment to learn something new. She isn't the talkative type, and I don't pry. If she just needs me to be here, then that is what I will be. I feel like she says the most when she isn't talking, and I'm not much of a people reader, but from what I can tell, she is as nervous and confused about our connection as I am.
"What are you thinking about?" I question as I breathe into her hair, which smells like the perfect mixture of coconut and salt.
"Nothing." She whispers and looks up at me. Her green eyes are pulling on my lips, so I lean down and kiss her. I can't help it. I could kiss this girl a million times, and it wouldn't be enough. I want to ask her things. I want to know everything there is to know.
The thunder is finally a softer rumble, the lightning has calmed, and so has Blakely. Her breathing has slowed, and she is asleep. I catch the notion it's not something she gets much of, so I can't dare wake her up. After going through my phone and checking some messages, I'm right there with her. Sleeping, and only sleeping. I'm not sure what is going on with me, and sure, I'd love to have Blakely's legs wrapped around me as I'm feeling her up with my dick. My name on her lips as she screams out in pleasure, but I don't want a one night stand.
Not with her.
CHAPTER 8
BLAKELY
November 6
Waking up in these arms is as natural as breathing. He's the complete opposite of Dakota. We didn't do much talking, and he held me, he really held me. Not just because he knew I wanted him to. It felt like he needed me here just as much. My head is rested on his shoulder, and my eyes are raking down his body. He is quite possibly the most attractive man I have ever seen.
How is he single?
I put my hand in his and notice a tattoo on the inside of his forearm. I don't want to wake him up, so I don't move him to investigate.
"Are you staring at me?" He groans and rolls over some to face me.
"Definitely not." I smile at him.
"I love that smile." He pushes my hair behind my ear.
He plants a gentle kiss on my lips and gets up to walk to the bathroom. Those boxer briefs fit him so perfectly I can't help but notice the outlines. He comes out and throws his white t-shirt over his head.
"I've got a few errands to run before we leave for the event later. You be okay until then?"
"Of course, I'll see you in a little bit."
He pulls some sweats over his hips and grabs his phone, and turns to leave the bedroom.
"I'll see you at 3, pretty girl." He gives me a cocky wink that makes my stomach turn backflips.