Page 105 of Living Legend

“Bathroom,” I answered. “Don’t worry, I won't leave you here like some cheap whore.” I knelt to the floor to feel for his sweatshirt and tugged it over my head.

Nicholas was still laying in his bed when I came back from the bathroom. I hopped up and scooted over to where he sat, propped up against the headboard. I sat on my knees and placed my hands on my thighs.

“You’re still here?”

“It is my room, you know,” he answered in a monotone voice.

“Well, of course, I’ll just head to the couch, then. Thanks for the sex,” I said sarcastically as I started to shuffle off the bed, but he caught my wrist.

“That’s not what I meant. I just don’t feel like leaving yet, okay?”

I chewed on my lower lip, thinking about my next words. “Alright then, but if you are going to stay, can we use your angelic night light for a little bit?”

He chuckled as it settled between us and bobbed back and forth, allowing me to appreciate him more than before. His hair was sticking up, his cheeks had a pink hue to them that was slowly fading, and the muscle in his neck ticked every so often.

“That’s better,” I said, satisfied, watching as he flattened his unruly hair a little and brought the comforter around his lap to cover his cock. He snapped his fingers in front of my face, forcing me to look up at him and away from anything below his waist.

“My eyes are up here,” he joked, giving me a knowing side smile.

I groaned and mirrored the way he was positioned. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and noticed he was checking me out, focusing on the sweatshirt covering my body now. God, he was cute. “Are you upset that I put it back on?”

He licked his lips and shook his head. “You can do whatever you want, Dani. You look fine with or without it on.” He said this as if it wasn’t just minutes ago that he was peeling it off me and toying with my breasts, delighted with what he found.

“There you go with your compliments.”

“I would think women like when men say nice things about them when they’re naked. Especially after they’ve had sex.”

“We do, but I don’t know if your compliments are genuine. Are you just saying nice things because you think I need to hear it?”

He gave me a confused expression. “Why the hell would I do that?”

I looked over at him, stunned he was acting so oblivious. “We both know you think I’m some sad demon who’s only family has just thrown her under the bus to create a realm-shattering catastrophe. You’re thinking, “she could use a good compliment or two.”” I laughed at myself, but I stopped when I realized he wasn’t laughing. He was just looking at me, his eyes narrowed and darting along my face, as if he was searching for something.

“I already said it: I can say and do nice things because I’m just a nice guy,” Nicholas said, his tone serious, making me link my eyes with his. “If I say I don’t think you have to worry about your soul, I mean it. When I say I think you’re beautiful while you’re naked underneath me, I think you’re fucking beautiful. It’s simple.” He let out an irritated sigh.

“Alright, alright. I get it. Sorry,” I apologized, fiddling my fingers together. Compliments had never made me uncomfortable before, but coming from him, I felt a little undeserving.

“Don’t be sorry. I know it probably can’t be the easiest waking up in Purgatory and then getting thrown into this fucking mess still not really knowing how you fit,” he said, his forehead wrinkling.

“You’re one to talk,” I shot back, leaning my head back against the headboard. “You have a whole team of underhanded executives to expose.”

He let out an exhaustive sigh. “Don’t remind me. That's tomorrow's problem.”

The light Nicholas had provided let me see the small wisps of dark hair on his chest, the light freckles decorating his skin. I stuck my hand out and traced a line from his jaw to his shoulder and down his arm, before resting my fingers against the top of his hand.

“Do you regret it?”

He arched an eyebrow casually at me.

I motioned towards the bed, silently commenting on everything that just happened.

He scrunched his mouth to one side, contemplating this. “Do I think it was avoidable? Yes. Do I regret it?” His brown eyes scanned my face and then looked down at my covered body, as if he was replaying the scene in his head. “No.”

“Good, because you have a very skilled tongue. From my two orgasms, it seems like you have mastered everything,” I complimented, earning an eye roll from him in the process. Nicholas wasn’t shy in the way of being insecure or nervous, but I had a feeling he never played all his cards. This whole thing with me was rattling him. I also had the feeling he hadn’t slept with many women before, but the ones he had slept with were lucky to have gotten to experience his slow, patient side in bed.

I wanted to know more about him, pick his brain while I had him and his mind within my grasp. “Has your dad ever told you about his time at The Skies?” I tucked my legs under the covers and huddled further into the soft sheets. If he was going to stay here tonight -- and it looked like he might be -- then I was getting comfortable.

“A little,” Nicholas answered, seeming to settle himself into his bed as well. He tucked the one foot he had on top of the comforter underneath and reached behind him to prop one of his pillows under his back.

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