Page 67 of Vengeful Guard

She’s just wearing a huge T-shirt that goes to her knees, and it swallows her up, falling off one shoulder. I wonder if she has any idea how gorgeous she is.

She looks so small, looks like I could just grab her and take her to my room and have my way with her.

God, I wish I could.

I stand up, stretching, and Paige looks away. I grin, knowing that she’s affected.

“What are you going to do now?” Her eyes meet mine again.

I shrug. “Watch television until I fall asleep.”

Paige looks at me for a moment before speaking. “Can I join?”

I stare at her. “You want to watch television with me?”

“Yeah. It gets boring up in my room by myself.”

“Okay, but I get to pick the show.”

She smiles and heads to the living room, and I take a deep breath.

I will sit far away from her. It’ll be fine.

I put on my favorite horror anthology television show, and I almost immediately realize it’s a bad choice.

Paige jumps and shrieks, hiding her eyes at the jumpscares and practically jumping into my lap.

I chuckle, but then grunt when she sits on my lap, watching television with wide eyes.

I put my arms around her waist, my chin on her shoulder, and we watch for a while.

It’s nice, being close to her like this. It’s like we’re getting closer and closer, and god knows she’s off limits. But my body can’t seem to get the memo, and I’m fighting an erection as she wiggles in my lap.

I clamp down on her waist with my forearm. “Be still.”

“But it’s scary,” she whines, and I laugh at her.

“You’re such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby, I just don’t like being startled—Ahh!”

She buries her face in my neck when there’s a big horror scene, and she breathes in.

Goosebumps prickle along my skin, and the hair at the nape of my neck stands up.

I can’t take it anymore.

I pick her up and put her next to me, clearing my throat and standing up.

She pouts up at me.

“Bathroom break,” I mutter, and hurry to the bathroom.

When I lock the door behind me, I stare at myself in the mirror, cursing in Gaelic that my grandfather taught me.

“What the hell are you doing, Kael?”

But my reflection has no answer. My face just stares back at me.

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