Page 121 of Blade

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Beck

“Baby, wake up.”

“Hmmm.” My eyes were heavy as I felt lips lightly trail down my neck.

“Come on, beautiful, time to wake up.”

“I don’t want to.” Rolling over, I buried my face in the pillow. I pulled the blanket over my head and hid.

“I know, baby, but we have that meeting with Matlock in an hour. You need to get a shower and eat something.”

Shooting out of bed, I looked at the clock. “Why do I always oversleep with you?”

Chuckling, he said, “Because we kept each other awake until the early hours in the morning.”

Trying to get up from the bed, Micah pulled me back.

“What are you doing? I have to shower and get downstairs.”

“Give me that mouth first.”

Heat coursed through my body at his demand.

I leaned back and pressed my lips to his. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding me in place to deepen the kiss.

“We have to get ready,” I murmured against his lips.

When he finally released me, I jumped from the bed, rushing into the bathroom.

“Shit.”

“What’s the matter?” he asked, popping his head through the doorway.

“I have nothing to put on. All I have is what I wore yesterday once I changed after the funeral.”

I was trying to stay calm. There wasn’t enough time to run home, shower, change, and run back. There was no way I would feel comfortable seeing everyone downstairs in yesterday’s clothes.

“Baby, I had Rachel grab you some stuff from the house.”

I finally noticed the bag he was holding out to me.

“Love you,” I declared, grabbing the bag and turning on the shower.

“That’s what you said last night, right before you let your father sucker punch me.”

I turned to Blade, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry about that. He just seemed like he needed to do it, and he missed out on so much.”

I stood there waiting for him to accept my apology.

“I know baby, it’s ok. Get in the shower and get ready, then we’ll get a bite before the meeting.”

“I don’t know if I can eat anything. My nerves have my stomach doing backflips.”

I threw my hair up on top of my head to cut down my shower time. I got in, washed up, and got out. Micah was still standing there, leaning against the bathroom sink.

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