Page 55 of Beautifully Reckless

Taking my hand, Ringo leads me out of the lounge and up to Ayden’s bedroom where he leads me straight into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

“Wash,” he commands, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the vanity.

I lift a brow.

“You gonna step out so I can do that?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

“But—”

“Nope. Get in.”

I scoff, shutting the bathroom door and flicking the lock so no one else can barge in.

Turning back to him, I prop my hands on my hips.

“I’m not showering with you.”

He smirks. “No?”

My mouth drops open. “What is going on here?”

His eyes travel down my body, slowly and deliberately perusing me, as I stand there in his oversize tee and nothing else but a pair of undies underneath.

“What’s going on is you’re having a shower.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not getting naked in front of you, Ringo.”

He chuckles, pushing off the vanity, stalking towards me like a predator.

“Aren’t you? Why not?”

I back up instinctively, until my spine hits the cold white tiles, before my eyes dart nervously down to the door handle.

“You’re not afraid of me, Angel,” he rasps, stopping an inch from me. If I so much as breathe, my small bump and boobs will brush his chest.

His words make me pause.

Is he testing me?

Lifting my gaze to his, I catch the smirk tugging beneath his beard.

Am I afraid of him?

No.

Not even a little, but… am I afraid of something?

Yes.

“Expectations,” I blurt out, and he frowns.

“What?”

“I’m afraid of expectations.” He still looks confused, so I try to explain. “We kissed again last night… and I know you’re used to women who… you know… sleep with you easily, but—”

His finger presses to my lips, silencing me.

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