Page 35 of Unforeseen Love

I glance to him and raise an eyebrow. “You know it’s not nice to steal,” I reply, nodding to the plate in his hand.

He tries to bite back a smile but fails miserably. “Touché.”

I snigger under my breath and face the TV again.

He hums around a mouthful of cheesecake. “You know, this really is good.”

For some reason unbeknown to me, I find myself preening at the compliment. I don’t know what to make of his aunt’s comment about his boyhood crush, but I can’t help myself when I open my mouth.

“So, Morticia Addams, eh?”

The sofa vibrates when he laughs––it’s deep and sexy.

I both love it and hate it in equal measures. And I’m very aware I shouldn’t be poking the bear, but I never did do easy.

“Yeah, what can I say? I was young and impressionable.”

He smiles when I glance at him, and for the first time since he arrived, I find I don’t want to instinctively punch him in the face. With that thought, I let myself relax and fix my attention back on Dexter, noting how it’s probably wrong I have a crush on a fictional serial killer, but what can you do?

Maybe it’s some kind of trauma response, but who cares, you like what you like, right?

ChapterTwenty-Two

Theo

I swear, it’s been mass hysteria for weeks now––everyone panic-buying and just being fucking selfish, if you ask me, but that’s the least of my worries. I’ve already had Aunt Meredith on the phone in an absolute two and eight. I told her she just needs to worry about her and Uncle Ewan and not stress over anything to do with the business. I’ve got it covered. Ever since the PM announced the UK lockdown, ordering people to stay at home and bringing legal lockdown measures into place, everyone started freaking out.

We have everything we need to do our jobs, and I guess it all comes down to how these restrictions will have a long-term affect. Just need to make the best out of a bad situation.

Straight away, I could tell how anxious this is already making Sienna. She’s always been a little uptight, but now, after spending a little time in her presence, I think it’s so much more than just that. She clearly needs control and having to share the flat with me is clearly trying her patience.

“Good morning, Morticia,” I say in greeting when she walks into the kitchen, already dressed and ready for the day, whereas I’m still only sporting my boxer briefs.

“Do you need to borrow a dressing gown?” she asks, reaching for what I’ve now come to realise to be her favourite mug––something I’ll store in the memory bank for a later date when I really want to piss her off.

“Why? Are you struggling to keep your eyes off me?”

She cocks one of her eyebrows, but I don’t miss the slight blush of her cheeks.Interesting.

“As if,” she says with a slight catch to her voice.

Reaching for the coffee, she pulls the tea canister towards her and frowns when she notices I moved them around.

“What the heck?” She slides them back the way they were before I re-arranged them. “Coffee, tea, sugar, that’s the order they go in,” she grits out.

I place my mug in the sink and hold up my hands. “Easy, tiger, I’ll remember that for next time,” I say with absolutely zero sincerity.

Her shoulders rise and fall when she lets out a breath, no doubt to stop herself from assaulting me.

She shakes her head. “Why do you get off on annoying me? It’s bad enough you have no boundaries. You dog-eared my book pages, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been sneaking in my room. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past you if you’d been in my underwear drawer.”

I pull my lips between my teeth and try to refrain from laughing.

Her eyes go wide. “I swear to God, if you have––”

I cut her off. “Of course I haven’t been in your underwear drawer, for fuck’s sake.” Stepping closer, I lower my mouth to her ear. “Why would I need to when I saw your thongs the first day I was here…”

She gasps, the sound making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I draw back and stare down. Her lips are parted, nostrils flared, and her eyes wide. Damn if it isn’t both cute and a turn on. And that’s when I feel blood rush to my dick, and it comes to life in my boxers. Turning away, I don’t give her a chance to even respond, and within a couple of strides, I’m in the main bathroom.

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