Page 34 of The Breaking Point

“Stop sniffing me,” he growled as he carried me upstairs.

“But you smell nice. I like it.”

He groaned. I didn’t know why he sounded so frustrated. I was just complimenting him.

He put me on my bed and then disappeared. I realized that I was still wearing my dress, along with some annoying shapewear and a bra. I hated wearing a bra.

I was able to toss my dress over my head, but I struggled to unhook my bra. I was all tangled up when Brady returned.

I froze. His eyes were narrowed, and his nostrils were flared.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Trying to get my bra off.”

He rubbed his forehead. Then after he took a deep breath, he gently turned me around and unhooked my bra. I pulled it off and tossed it in the corner, sighing happily.

I tried to turn, but Brady stopped me. “Let me get you a robe,” he said.

He handed me my favorite one, which I put on after a few tries. When Brady wouldn’t look at me, though, I realized that the V was open to the point that he could see a decent amount of my chest.

I laughed. “Sorry. But they’re just boobs. You’re acting like a baby.”

He scowled. “I’m trying not to embarrass you.”

I collapsed onto my bed. “Whatever.”

I was staring up at my canopy when I felt Brady’s hand on my calf. I sat up straight, my entire body heating.

Brady was gazing up at me with something I couldn’t define in his expression. “Your knee,” he explained.

I’d forgotten about it. It still stung, but the alcohol had numbed much of the pain.

I nodded, my throat tight. I watched as Brady opened the first-aid kit—how had he known where it was?—and pulled out a packet of alcohol wipes.

“This’ll hurt,” he said, and then he began cleaning the wound.

I sucked in a breath. It did hurt. But I’d gotten my knee pretty dirty, so I understood why he thought he should clean it.

The room was silent as he worked. After he cleaned the wound, he leaned down and blew on it, his gaze still on my face.

I shivered. I’d never had a man so close to me like this. And seeing Brady on his knees while I wore only a robe—

Well, a robe and shapewear. I hoped he hadn’t noticed those because that would be more embarrassing than just seeing me completely naked.

Brady caressed my calf, my thoughts scattering. “You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. He then put a bandage over the wound and stood.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked.

I didn’t know how to answer that. My mouth felt dry. I glanced at the water bottle that sat on my nightstand.

“I’ll fill that up,” he said, grabbing the bottle before I could say a word. Bottle filled, he then watched as I drank the entire thing, telling me it was the best way to get the alcohol out of my system.

“Keep drinking as much water as you can. It’ll help. Although you’ll probably still have a hangover in the morning. Do you ever drink like this?” he asked.

I shook my head, yawning. “No. But I was sad tonight. I broke up with Will.”

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