Page 66 of You Had Me At Thirteen

All I get is her squinted brown eyes on me before she searches her way through the cabinets to find everything she needs.

‘You know I can do this myself?’ I say, watching her bend over in front of me.

This isn’t good for my dick, that’s for sure. Each time she bends lower, I get a glimpse of her lacy underwear, and I have to adjust myself as the pain of my zipper against my hardness becomes more unbearable.

‘Shut up,’ she says while pulling the last item from the cabinet.

A chuckle escapes my throat. ‘Yes, ma’am.’

After she sets all the items out on the white stone top of the vanity, Matilda takes a cotton pad from the packet and rinses it with a saline solution before kneeling down in front of me.

I lean forward a little to admire every inch of her face as she dabs at my knuckles. She narrows her eyes in concentration, tucking her bottom lip behind her top teeth, her head tilted to inspect my hands.

I’m so used to the pain, I don’t flinch when she dabs at a deeper cut. Often, I just give them a wash and leave them alone. They only get opened up again the next week, anyway.

I keep my eyes trained on her, while she keeps her focus on my hands. Up this close, she’s goddamn beautiful, each freckle on her nose and cheeks exactly where they should be. She doesn’t cover them up, either. How could any man get this close to her and not see how stunning she is? Her looks drew me to her, but her heart is what I want.

Fuck my life.

Having her this close is making it near impossible not to touch her soft skin.

‘How did you get so good at mending wounds?’ I say, trying to silence the unholy thoughts that have moved in rent-free inside my brain.

Her eyes dart up to meet mine for a moment, then focus back on cleaning. ‘My mum.’

I mentally face-palm myself. Idiot.

My body stiffens, but I keep my mouth shut as she inspects one of the larger cuts, her frown deepening.

‘This won’t need stitches, but you’ll have to keep it clean. I’ll cover it so it heals a little. Do you think you can stay out of trouble for long enough?’ She places a couple of Steri-Strips over my knuckles, then a large Band-Aid over the strips, before standing back to admire her handiwork. ‘That should do it,’ she says, placing her hands on her hips. Satisfaction lights up her face and she tucks her hair behind her ear, giving me a small smile.

‘And if I say no? I could get used to you looking after me.’

She slaps my chest, sending heat surging through my body. Every time she touches me, my body reacts with such force that I think I’m going to suffocate to death. Mind you, it’d be a great way to go.

I remain seated on the edge of the tub. ‘So will you come and tend to my wounds daily?’ I say, raising an eyebrow.

‘Funny. I think you can manage on your own, big boy.’ She punches my shoulder, then heads for the door, but I move fast to slam it shut.

‘I need to tell you something,’ I say into her hair.

With my body pressed against her back, I breathe in her coconut and vanilla scent, which has me wishing I could wrap myself in it.

She sucks in a deep breath and when she turns around, keeping her eyes on my bare chest, she breathes out slowly. I trail my fingers up her arm, making her shiver and break out in goosebumps as a pink blush spreads from her chest up into her face. My new favourite colour. She audibly swallows as I continue up her body until I reach her neck, over her collarbone, and down between her breasts.

Fuck. I’m so hard right now.

‘Wren,’ she says, her voice so husky I don’t even recognise it. She reaches up, placing a tentative hand on my chest, igniting an inferno inside my body. ‘What did you want to tell me?’

Right. That.

With my bottom lip pulled between my teeth, I step back from her. The warmth of her body vanishes and I want to step back into her, but I need to tell her the truth.

I sit back on the edge of the bathtub as Matilda puts her hands behind her back and leans against the door. Here goes nothing.

‘That guy… tonight, I’ve been trying to find out who he is.’

Matilda tilts her head as she scrunches up her cute nose. ‘Why?’

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