Page 48 of The Good Girl

“Anything I can do?”

I look at the man and shake my head. If he knew what, or should I say who I’d been doing, he’d be pissed. He thinks of Nevaeh as a sister so he was less than impressed when I told him we’d slept together.

“Another week or so, and I’ll be back in the game, I might need you to hold down the fort for a little while until then.”

“Yeah sure.”

I slap him on the back and head out to the bar. I have a quick drink with the guys, then head out again, stopping to pick up a few things before heading back to the cabin.

I hate leaving Nevaeh alone for too long, even though I knew it was necessary. The only way I was able to leave at all was because I knew that nobody knows anything about my grandfather’s old place. Hell, I never even told Lola about it or brought her there. Maybe I always knew how this would go down with her and just didn’t want to admit it.

As I pull up outside the cabin, I stew on the fact I only have nine days left with her, and she’s still holding herself back from me. We’ve talked some, always sticking to safe topics. But when we fucked, we fucked like it might be our last time. I pray that never happens because I crave this woman more than anything I ever have before.

I take the gifts from my saddlebag and head to the door, as the wind whips around me. Finding it locked; I smile before fumbling in my pocket for the key. I open it and step inside, thankful to be back out of the cold. I find Nevaeh asleep on the couch with a throw blanket over her legs and her laptop open beside her.

Placing the flowers and the books on the counter, I make my way over to the couch and crouch down next to her, staring at her for a moment—fuck, she's beautiful. I trail my fingers across her cheek. She doesn’t stir, so I leave her be, knowing it’s my fault she’s so tired; I’ve been keeping her awake night and day.

I lift her laptop and carry it over to the table. Kicking off my boots, I scroll through to see what she’s been up to and find an open document.

I glance at Nevaeh, then back at the screen. I start reading, and before I know it, I’m lost in the story—getting fucking rock hard when I realize one of the scenes is loosely based off the other night when I fucked her over the bike. Only this time thecouple fuck over a balcony during a storm. I look at my girl and smirk. I’m more than happy to be her inspiration.

I leave the laptop open on the table—I don’t risk shutting it in case she needs to save her work—and head into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers. Naturally, I don’t have one. Why would I? I settle on a tall drinking glass and add the flowers to it before setting it on the counter, then get to work making us something to eat.

I open the fridge and grab everything I’ll need to make chicken Alfredo. It’s been a while since I made it, but it’s not something you forget. I liked cooking before I went to prison, but I’d be lying if I said that most of it didn’t fall to Lola. There was always some crisis at the clubhouse or with my brother that kept me tied up.

Hearing movement, I turn and see a groggy Nevaeh heading my way. I walk around the counter and grin when she walks right into me. I wrap my arms around her, and she lets out a contented sigh.

“Mmm… You’re warm.”

“I can turn the temperature up if you’re cold,” I say, pulling back. I look down at her and see that she's wearing her Care Bear sweatshirt again, this time with a pair of black leggings. On her feet are a pair of fluffy socks with strawberries printed all over them.

“No, I’m okay. It’s mostly my feet. Mmm… What are you making? It smells amazing.”

“Chicken Alfredo. I thought we could eat and watch a movie. There’s a stack of DVDs. Or if you want, we could do something else—the cupboard beside the TV is full of games.”

“Sounds good. I’ll go look—” She stops talking, staring at something behind me. I turn and see she’s spotted the flowers.

“For you,” I say, looking back at her.

“Really? Nobody’s ever brought me flowers before.”

“Good, I like having all your firsts.”

She smiles, and I reach behind me to grab the two books I brought, too.

“I don’t know if they’re the type of books you read or not, but I saw them and thought of you.”

She stares at the books in my hand before she looks up at me. “You bought me books?”

“You like to read, right?”

She doesn’t say anything, and I’m worried I’ve messed up somehow, but then she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms around me. Okay, note to self: books are her kryptonite.

“Thank you, Havoc.”

“You’re welcome, Cupcake.” I press a kiss to her forehead and watch as she walks back over to the couch, hugging the books to her chest.

I go back over to the stove, but I’m aware of every move she makes. Once the food’s done, I take everything to the table and call Nevaeh over to eat.

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