Page 83 of Stolen Kiss

He glanced my way briefly before looking straight ahead and walking back in the house. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m carrying you.”

“I can walk,” I said, trying not to sound indignant.

His arms tightened around me, and I felt that little innocent movement all the way to my core. My breath grew heavy and I looked away so he wouldn’t see the effect he had on me with such a simple action.

We walked inside the quiet house, and Jensen closed the door with his foot. Turning around, he said softly, “Lock the door for me, baby.”

I mutely did as he asked, feeling lightheaded.

I said nothing as we moved through the house, up the stairs, into his room, and straight to the connected bathroom. He placed me on top of the sink.

I looked questioningly at him, but he either didn’t see the look I shot his way or he was ignoring me.

He grabbed the toothbrush he had given me on my first night here and put some toothpaste on it.

“Open,” he commanded gently.

Of course, I ruined the moment by muttering, “That’s what he said.”

Jensen looked at me with a bemused look on his face. “What?”

I grinned up at him before opening my mouth. He shook his head in exasperation, though the amusement in his eyes gave him away.

He brushed my teeth. I looked up at him, at his focused expression on the task at hand, feeling my heart fluttering a million miles an hour.

Then he helped me off the sink and told me to wash my face while he looked for something for me to wear.

I washed my face and came out to the bedroom as Jensen walked out of the closet in nothing but black boxer briefs, one white T-shirt hanging off his broad shoulder and one in his hand.

My breath caught.

He moved closer to me, smiling a bit. “Close your mouth, baby. You don’t know what might fly in.”

I closed my mouth. His smile widened.

“You should put the shirt on,” I said quietly.

I didn’t think I was strong enough to handle the sight of a half-naked Jensen. And we were taking things slowly, weren’t we?

Though we never discussed it further, and I was the one putting the brakes on things—still, I didn’t want to rush into anything.

Didn’t I?

“Why?” he asked, looking way too arrogant.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m just thinking about you. I don’t want you to catch a cold from a chill.”

He led me to bed and took a seat next to me. “That’s a myth. You don’t actually catch a cold from being cold.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, and grabbed the shirt he handed to me. He turned his back to me, and I quickly put on his shirt, almost falling over the edge of the bed in my haste.

“You alright back there?” Jensen asked without turning around.

“Of course. I’m decent,” I told him when I got under the covers. Jensen turned around, his gray eyes heated as he took me in. I snuggled a little more under the covers and he smiled.

“Oh, baby girl. There’s nothing decent about my thoughts when it comes to you.”

I hid my grin under the cover, stretching my leg a bit. I still had on the prosthesis, but I was planning on taking that off when we went to bed tonight. When Jensen had turned off the lights.

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