Page 63 of Forever Yours

When he left, Julien bent over me, caging me in with his arms. “How’s my Angel feeling?”

If my heart wasn’t already having palpitations at him calling me Angel again, the slow, deep kiss I got would’ve triggered them.

I caressed his cheek, loving the sandpapery texture of his fine stubble.

“Tired. Ready for bed.”

“Let me get cleaned up and get something to eat. I’ve got a promise to keep.”

A promise I had been looking forward to since he teased me with it earlier. I may not be up for sex, but I was definitely up for his mouth and all the wonderful things I knew he would do with it.

He moved in close, nuzzling my neck, and I melted into the pile of pillows.

“That’s new,” he commented, seeing my freshly painted nails.

Ash had alternated fingers with the colors. Thumbnails were blue, index fingers silver, middle fingers blue. You got the picture.

“I like it,” he said.

I held up my right hand and turned it this way and that.

“Me, too. I didn’t think I would, but Ash has fully won me over. David had Ash do only his middle fingers silver and the rest blue.”

Julien kissed me one last time before straightening up. “David was here?”

“Yeah. He came over with Ash.”

Julien’s nose scrunched when he sniffed himself. “Jay was right. I smell like shit. Give me five minutes.”

I poked through the bookbag Ash left. There were notes someone took for each of my classes.Fallon. I smiled. He probably had one of the pledges sit in my classes and do them. I’d look over everything tomorrow.

“Want to watch a movie?” Ryder asked, sitting down opposite me and throwing his feet up on the coffee table.

“Not supposed to strain my eyes or my brain. Reading or board games only for the next two days.”

“Day-um.”

“Yep,” I agreed wholeheartedly to his Southern butchering ofdamn.

When I struggled to get off the sofa, Ryder moved in to help.

“I want to get changed into some sweatpants. Hope you don’t mind me stumbling around without a shirt for a couple of days. As it is, Julien is going to have to help me get this one off.”

I never knew putting on a cotton tee could be so difficult, or painful.

“If you want something to put on, borrow one of our button-ups.”

I hadn’t even thought of that. It would make it super easy to get on and off.

“Julien has a few in his closet.”

After lying on the sofa all day, getting my muscles to engage and do their jobs took a minute. Hobbling down the hallway to Julien’s bedroom, I heard the shower turn off. Since he didn’t bother closing the bathroom door, steam billowed out, and the scented shower gel he used wafted its citrusy fragrance through the air.

Julien stepped out of the shower, dripping wet and gloriously naked. His long cock was semi hard and bounced against his muscled thigh as he grabbed the towel he’d hung over the top of the shower glass. Julien’s body was insane with how defined his muscles were cut from all the soccer training and new diet he was placed on by the team’s nutritionist. I liked how he had a bit of a “farmer’s tan,” where the skin waist down to where his shorts would stop was paler in color since that area didn’t get exposed to the sun.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I blatantly watched with reverence and a lot of longing as he scrubbed his hair dry, then his body. Damn, he was sexy.

Feeling eyes on him, he turned. The top left of his chest had something black over it, and a shiny film covering it. A waterproof bandage. Did he get hurt at practice?

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