Page 27 of Stolen Kiss

Chapter Ten

Heidi

She blinked open her eyes, feeling hot, hungover and dizzy.

Her house was old and therefore first thing in the morning in late September, her room shouldn’t be this warm. She remembered Freya putting her to bed, but that was it, she was out like a light.

The thumping behind her eyes was horrendous, and she closed them again, snuggling further into the duvet. That’s when she realised why she was hot. There was a body behind her.

“Freya, move back will you, you’re like a human radiator,” she mumbled.

“Freya’s not here right now,” a deep voice said behind her.

Heidi whipped around and regretted it instantly as the throbbing intensified throughout her head. She clasped her hands on top of her head as she lay on her back, her eyes tight shut.

Jason Turner was not in her bed.

“How are you feeling?” the voice said again. Soft, concerned and sexy as hell.

Turning her head to the side, she opened one eye to see Jason in a white t-shirt and faded jeans sitting up in her bed on top of the covers. He was reading a newspaper and not looking her way.

“Why are you in my bed?” she whispered.

He folded the paper and tossed it on the floor. Then he sank down, tuned on his side and prized her hands off her head. What shocked her then was he pressed his thumb at the top of her nose between her eyebrows and rubbed in a circular motion. She sank deeper into the mattress and groaned.

“That feels so good,” she said.

“Can you open your eyes?”

She did and locked onto his gaze while he kept rubbing. She took his wrist and held on stopping what he was doing.

“Why are you in my bed?”

“You needed watching.”

“Where’s Freya?”

“Right now? Probably scalding her tongue on red hot roast potatoes.”

“Christ, what time is it?”

Heidi sat upright, dropped Jason’s hand and looked over his body to her alarm clock.

“Oh crap, I’m going to be late for Sunday lunch.”

“Freya called ahead. They’re delaying it until three so you can take your time.”

She fell back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling wondering why he was sitting on the bed while her best friend stole potatoes when it should be her in the kitchen, Freya trying her distraction techniques and Jason far far away.

“I’d better get up and get a shower.”

“Do you need help?” he said. “I don’t you fainting and hitting your head.

She looked at him with a baleful gaze only to find him grinning at her.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, I’ll stay here while you shower just in case you fall.”

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