Page 150 of Pervade London
“Yes.”
“I should have knocked?”
“You should have.”
“Xavier told me my stuff’s in here.”
James blinked at me. “You turned left when you exited your bedroom.”
“Oh.”
He broke into a smile. “Climb in.”
“Where were you last night?”
“Working. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I missed you.”
He patted the bed.
I let the towel slip from my body as I padded over to him.
He drank me in and then whipped up the sheet. “In. Now.”
I eased beneath the duvet and snuggled against his warm body, resting my head against his hairy chest.
“There you are,” he soothed. “Much better.”
I breathed in his heady cologne, my heart rate finally slowing.
He pressed his lips to my head. Maybe he was replaying our close call and needed a minute to recover, too.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him.
He exhaled slowly. “I keep it under my pillow.”
“Good to know. Um…why?”
“In case stray girls come looking for their panties,” he said sarcastically. “The threat is real, Em.”
I didn’t want to think about the danger. I stared into his dreamy chestnut eyes.
“Can I attend music school today? Any more time off and I could be in trouble.”
“Stay with us.”
Letting out a moan, I rested my cheek against his chest. “God, I want to.”
Then I remembered there was gun beneath the pillow. The thought that he might have to use it on someone made my skin crawl. My body stiffened against him.
He said softly, “I’ll have a car take you in and bring you home.”
“I can make my own way.”
“I’m the boss.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
