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CHAPTER 5
News
Adam
That night I was as uncomfortable on the couch as I’d been the night before.
My mind circled in a loop, playing the scene with me and Chloe tussling on the floor.
Fuck! Just let it go.
But I couldn’t. Her feminine scent, her nails digging into my skin, her wriggling below me, and her panting in my ear had been too damn close to having sex with her.
Of course my body had reacted. What man could be that close to a gorgeous woman and not get aroused?
And she noticed my erection? Shit!
I rubbed my face, wishing for sleep to come. I didn’t want to think about it, but the more I resisted the more vivid the memory of Chloe locked between my arms became. She had been on her hands and knees under me, and my mind kept changing what really happened into Chloe’s being naked underneath me.
I imagined sliding inside her, filling her, taking her, and punishing her.
Punishing her for what?I questioned.
For tempting me.
A small snore from the bed told me she was fast asleep. The bed would be much more comfortable than this shitty sofa, and she had told me yesterday that I could sleep there if I wanted.
No!What I had told her was true. Sleeping next to a stranger was stupid and dangerous. Especially if that stranger was the essence of every pubescent sexual fantasy you’d ever had.
I will not be tempted. I will not be tempted. I will not be tempted…I repeated it until sounds of her having a nightmare made me get up to wake her.
“Chloe,” I softly spoke and turned on the night lamp. Her eyes moved under her eyelids, her hands were grabbing hard at the bedspread, but before I could decide on whether to wake her or not, she calmed down again.
I took a minute to study her, tempted to brush a few strands of hair from her face, but I didn’t.
Chloe was one of those lucky people with flawless skin. I had suffered from acne as a teen and even though my skin had long cleared up it would never be silky soft as hers. I thought about my many scars, the one by my hairline a reminder of the time my mom threw a bottle at me, and the one across my eyebrow a result of a teenage brawl that should have never happened. Chloe had delicate features, while everything on me was big and rough. At least my long hair hid the size of my ears. I had always hated my ears, but I couldn’t imagine Chloe hating anything about her looks. Her nose was perfectly sized for her face and her eyebrows where formed into beautiful bows.Probably plucked and colored by a professional, I thought and stared at her lips for a moment. I knew many in Hollywood got something injected to get fuller lips but hers looked naturally perky.
She was beautiful. It was just that simple!
If only she had a different personality she would have been my dream woman. But Chloe was anything but. She was dramatic and argumentative in the worst way.
Still, I would help her get better. I owed it to Onava.
I didn’t sleep much that night, and the next day we hiked for a few hours and did a healing session to work on her energetic balance.
When I told her in the late afternoon that I had to run a few errands in town, she insisted on coming with me.
“What are you doing?” I asked Chloe, who looked almost comical with her knitted hat, sunglasses, and large scarf.
“If we’re going into town, I have to be incognito. I don’t want to risk someone recognizing me and tipping off the press.”
I resisted rolling my eyes. “Trust me, you stand out plenty.”
“How so?”
“You just do, Chloe. People don’t wear sunglasses on gray afternoons around here.”
I got in on my side of the truck and watched her wait as if she was expecting me to open the door for her.
