Page 28 of Fragile Touch (Fragile 1)
She remembered everything.
Oh my gosh. Oh, holy shit. Turning onto her back, she put her hands over her eyes to block out the faint glow of sunlight. She knew she was at his place, but she hadn’t even seen this room. This room where...
It definitely happened.
Her skin felt like it was burning. The world was beginning to spin from the realization of what happened. She was totally sober the whole time and in full control of her mind. Admitting that last night was her decision lifted a load of stress off her. Taking a few breaths, she opened her eyes into narrow slits and looked beside her.
Cayden was lying on his side, looking at her and smiling peacefully. “Good morning,” he mumbled in a gravelly voice.
The sunlight brightened his dark eyes. Lillian smiled back. His hair stuck out in every possible direction, bringing out an innocent, sleepy charm. “Good morning,” she whispered.
“How’d you sleep?”
“Passed out. You?”
“Same. Hard not to when you’re so relaxed.” He winked.
She was already overheated, but felt her cheeks blush. “What do we do now?” The words slipped out before she could catch them.
“Go downstairs for breakfast, I guess.” He stretched, letting out a satisfied groan. “Funny, I never thought I’d sleep up here. Might have to make this a regular thing.”
“You mean this,” Lillian pointed at them both, “or the sleeping up here part?”
He smirked. “Good question.”
She leaned out of the blanket to reach for her sweater, but realized her bra strap had come undone in the vigorous activities last night. A little embarrassed at being so exposed in front of this guy she hardly knew, she pulled the covers over her chest and sat up to look around. The room was almost entirely made of wood except for one corner of brick, which she assumed to be part of the chimney. One wall was slanted. Sunlight streamed in from a couple of big windows that lacked drapes.
“We really are in an attic,” she said, looking up to the pointed ceiling.
“Yep, we are.” Cayden sat up and popped his neck. “I’m starving.”
“What time is it?”
“You’ve really got to stop asking me so many questions I don’t know the answers to. I’ve got to be at the gym around lunchtime, so it’s not too late.”
“How do you know?”
He tapped his chest. “Biological clock. It’s like an built-in alarm system. Wakes me up every day around 7:30, without fail.”
I wish my body would wake me up like that. There was no way she could fix her bra strap right now, so she quickly pulled her sweater over her head and took the bra off completely.
Cayden noticed. “You don’t need that anyway.”
“You’re certainly confident,” Lillian retorted, watching him stand up and step into his boxers.
He spread his arms. “Wouldn’t you be, if you were me?”
Lillian raised an eyebrow.
“That was pretty vain.” He crossed to the other side of the bed and offered his hand. “Shall we have breakfast now?”
Cautiously she took his hand, but remained sitting half under the covers. Her pants were on the foot of the bed, but she knew she was still wearing her underwear and felt easier. “I think I need to get home, actually. I have work to do and a meeting later.”
“No breakfast?” Cayden made a pouty face.
She hesitated.
“Please?”
