Page 39 of Unforeseen Love

Laughing, I move enough for her to take it and then turn around. I listen to her as she steps out of the bath, the water splashing against the side of the tub as she does.

She’s barely securing the towel and I’m already spinning to face her; my eyes go straight to her legs and the one already bleeding.

Crouching down, my hand reaches for her leg and grips the back of her calve to bend her knee, causing her to hiss.

“Damn, Morticia. Were you imagining this was my appendage while you were shaving?”

She scoffs as I stare up and meet her eyes.

“Hardly. I thought a cat was dying, until I realised it was you attempting to sing.”

I bring my hand up to my chest. “You wound me, love.”

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” I ask, knowing there’s no way little miss stick up her arse doesn’t have one somewhere.

She points to the bathroom cabinet. Opening the door and reaching to the back, I laugh when I pull out one that would put a doctor to shame.

I shake my head as I unzip it.

“What?” she asks as she perches on the edge of the bath. “I like to be prepared, it’s not a crime.”

Retrieving a wipe and a small gauze, I stifle my laugh. “Of course not,” I say deadpan, ripping open the packet and then dabbing it over her knee. She instantly recoils, hissing through her teeth.

“What the fuck?”

She tries to move away from me, but I hold her calve firmly in my hand.

“Quit being a baby. Had to make sure it’s clean before dressing it.”

She lets out a loud huff. “Talk about taking pleasure in my pain,” she says under her breath.

I reach for some kitchen roll beside me and dry off the excess water around it before quickly dressing it in the gauze. Hopefully that should stem the bleeding––she really did take a layer off her knee cap.

Once it’s secure, I move forward and place a kiss there.

“All better,” I say, and I don’t miss the sound of her gasp.

It takes everything in me to move away and get to my feet.

“Thank you.” A small smile graces her lips, which almost knocks me off my axis. If a timid smile like that has that kind of power over me, I’m fucking terrified of how a full-blown smile might affect me.

“Dinner is almost ready,” I say, clearing my throat and stepping back into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

“This is not fucking good,” I grumble under my breath as the sound of the oven timer alerts me to the garlic bread being done.

I open the oven door and am immediately engulfed in heat and have to take a step back. Fucking hell, I nearly lost my eyebrows. I go to reach for the tray and then stop.Oven glove, you idiot.

Plating up the food and setting it on the table, I grumble to myself the entire time.

“Everything all right?” asks Sienna, and my head shoots up. I didn’t even hear her come over.

I nod and wave my hand to the table for her to take a seat. She’s in a pair of fluffy socks and a long off-the-shoulder lounge T-shirt, with the strap of her bra peeking out. I just hope she has shorts under that top or I am fucked.

Turning away, I try to discreetly adjust myself and quickly wash my hands before I retrieve the garlic bread.

Sienna reaches for the bottle of open red wine on the table and pours us both a glass. Holding it towards me, I stare at her for a moment before it registers and then I grab my glass and chink it against hers.

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