Page 35 of Vows of Betrayal

“You were on your feet for twelve hours. You have to be hungry,” he said in his bossy voice.

I looked over at Stefan and shook my head. “I'm good. Be quiet. I don't want to miss this.” Then I watched as the two women narrowly avoided a physical altercation. It was awesome.

After the show ended, I took our bowls and washed them up. Then I filled up two water bottles. One for Stefan and one for me. “I'm going to shower. Do you want anything?”

He nodded and let his eyes trail up and down my body. “Yeah.”

I waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to hurry him up.

“To watch you shower.”

I rolled my eyes and turned around. “Whatever,” I said and headed to the bathroom.

I was all sweaty and gross from work, but also from helping my new roommate get out of the car and up the stairs.

I'd have to give Stefan a quick sponge bath before I went to bed. He wasn't able to shower by himself yet.

It took me a while to shower. I had to wash my hair, too. And shave my legs. Stefan had enough problems. He didn't need to get poked by my prickly legs.

After I was done, I finally felt human again.

It was then I realized my fatal mistake. I'd neglected to think ahead and bring my pajamas in here with me. They were currently sitting under my pillow.

Dammit.

I opened the door and walked across my tiny apartment, knowing full well Stefan could see a good portion of my body. My towels didn't cover much. And I had to walk right in front of the TV he was watching.

Ugh.

“Chesca,” Stefan said in a deep, growly voice.

I didn't answer. I didn't even look at the man.

My feet hurried to the other side of the bed. I quickly slipped my hand under my pillow and—“Hey!” I said as a large hand grasped my arm.

I looked up to see Stefan's dark eyes gliding up and down my torso. “Come here. Give me a kiss,” he said with a smirk on his face.

Luckily, my skin was wet, and I easily slid out of his grip. “Nope, I'm busy. And naked,” I said and rushed to the small set of drawers opposite my bed so I could grab a pair of panties. Then I flew to the bathroom where I changed and dried my hair.

It also gave me a little while to settle my heart rate. I hadn't seen Stefan's eyes like that since the night we—fooled around. He had the same fever of desire in them then, too.

We would be sleeping in the same bed tonight. Just like we would for the rest of the seven days and nights he was here. The couch was ridiculously small. And I certainly wasn't going to sleep on the floor. So, we'd have to share. And that also meant Stefan needed to stay on his side of the bed.

I stuck the hairdryer away and brushed out my hair. Then I wandered out, playing it casual. And not like I'd just probably given Stefan an eyeful or two. “Do you want anything else before I lay down?”

Stefan's eyes were on me. And they looked hungry. For more than just cereal.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I left my crap in the car.” I hurried to the door and slipped on my tennis shoes and grabbed my keys.

“Stop!” Stefan barked, making me jump. I turned around to look at him. And he was ticked right off.

Furious.

“What? I have to get my bag and my sweater.” I frowned at him.

“You are not stepping outside dressed like that.” He pointed at me. The look on his face was downright murderous.

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