Page 66 of Perfect Rhythm
I took a tiny step forward, thinking he was about to walk my way. But instead, he just returned to the couch and sat back down.
“Shade,” I groaned. “What are you doing?”
“Come over here.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to make sure you’re alright, and I can’t do that without staring into those pretty brown eyes.”
He’s laying it on thick as hell.
I tried not to laugh as I walked over to him. “Fine, are you happy now?”
“Not quite.” Slowly, he rose from the couch, his stare never leaving mine. Although he was wearing a white t-shirt, it was almost as if he wasn’t wearing anything at all. The shirt looked like it was melted to his skin, and I could see every chocolate muscle bulging beneath it. He pressed his hand against my face and sighed deeply. “I’m sorry.”
Confusion washed over me.
“Sorry, for what?”
“Instead of thinking about how all of this would affect you, I let my emotions get the best of me last night. Do I regret knocking that nigga on his back? Not at all. But I regret how all of that made you feel, and it wasn’t the time or place for it. Not with so many people watching.”
“I’m surprised you care about who’s watching.”
“I don’t. But I’m not the only one who has to deal with the consequences. So for that, I’m truly sorry.”
His hand was still against my face, and for some reason, it felt much softer to me now. It felt like it belonged there. “I accept your apology,” I replied.
“Thank you.” He passed me my stuff and stepped back.
Suddenly, he rubbed at his temple and groaned.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m cool. I just got a little headache.”
“Have you taken anything for it?”
“I’m good. It’ll go away in a little bit.”
I crossed my arms. “It’ll go away faster if you take something. Do you have some aspirin?”
“Yeah, in the bathroom in my room.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back.” I strolled out of the living room.
The moment I stepped into his room, I froze. His scent hit me like a memory I wasn’t ready for. Cool, clean, and just a little spicy. Like he’d just stepped out of the shower.
Damn, it should be a crime for a man to smell this good.
“If you stick around, you can take me in a little longer,” he said, his lips almost touching my neck.
Why the hell is he so close?
Why don’t I want him to move?
“You didn’t have to follow me, you know? I’m perfectly capable of finding the bathroom on my own.”
“I know, but I wanted to.”
