Page 53 of If You Were Mine
“I’ve been living in this town longer than you, Dorian.”
“And you don’t know this property. Just let me take care of him, okay?”
She studied my face, as if looking for answers I didn’t have. “Okay. I can do that. I’ll make breakfast.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Maybe I want to.”
I studied her face for a moment before finally nodding and getting out of bed.
I didn’t bother to wrap myself in a blanket, and I could feel her gaze on me as I walked naked to my dresser. My cock stood on end, just the feel of Wellesley touching me was almost a little too much. But I shoved my legs into gray sweatpants and pulled on a Henley. I’d have to wear a jacket as well, since it seemed to be a little frigid outside, but hopefully the cold would bring down my hard-on. The two of us needed to talk, but maybe I should get my thoughts in order first.
Lucky pranced around my legs, and I couldn’t help but smile down at him.
“Okay, let’s go for that walk. I need to stretch anyway.”
My leg hurt like a bitch, and I knew I had overexerted it last night. But frankly, if I was going to hurt myself, I might as well do it that way.
I wasn’t going to think about the fact that it had been the best sex of my entire life, and I had no idea what to say about that.
Lucky shot off into the backyard, and I nearly fell off the stoop as I realized the dog was way more awake than I was. Thankfully I had him on a leash, and we made our way down the path for a short walk. Lucky took care of his business, and I cleaned up after him. It didn’t matter that this was my property, and we were out in the forest, I wasn’t about to leave dog shit all over the place.
The cold mountain air woke me up fully, and I was grateful for it.
I loved living in Denver. I loved my jobs. I loved my businesses and working with people.
Even after the crash, I loved it.
But taking these moments when the air was fresh, clean, and crisp? I loved this too.
I didn’t know what I would do when I finally finished this house, when I needed to go back to reality.
I was going to take this moment. And I was going to talk with Harper. Because we both had some explaining to do.
By the time we got back into the house, Lucky went straight for his water and food bowl, and the scent of coffee wafted through the air.
“I didn’t think to ask, do you open today?”
“Considering the sun is up, I would think not.”
Wearing one of my shirts that looked baggy and overwhelming on her, she padded forward and held out a cup of coffee for me.
“Just how you like it. And no, I’m off for the full day. I’ll get in trouble with my staff if I show up and try to work.”
“They’re just taking care of you,” I grumbled before taking a sip of my coffee. And she was right, she made it perfectly. Yes, I came in often enough that she would know my coffee order, but she had known it far longer than that.
What the hell were the two of us doing?
“I don’t know if I like the look on your face right now,” she whispered.
“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning down to pet Lucky as he pressed his head to my thigh. Thankfully it wasn’t the leg that hurt today, but for Lucky, I’d have taken the pain. He was Wellesley’s after all.
“Are you going to say that last night was a mistake?” she blurted, surprising me. Of course she shouldn’t have surprised me. This was Wellesley.
She spoke her mind, even if sometimes I knew she wanted to hide behind her own fears. She stood up to my mother, and frankly, stood up to most people. Maybe I needed to be the smart one and stand up for her.
“You were a virgin,” I said, knowing it was the truth. We hadn’t had a fucking conversation. We should have. We should have said anything before just falling into one another. But I had a feeling if either one of us had, we would’ve backed away. Not because it was wrong. Because I couldn’t have those kinds of regrets, but because it would’ve been too much.
