Chapter 6 SLOANE
Chapter 6
SLOANE
Standing under his shower without any clothes on. I am naked inside his shower, inside his bedroom. I washed the dirt off my body, the warm water flowing down my naked back. Is it the water making me burn from the inside or the thought of using his shower, inside his bedroom?
Ugh!
How the hell did I even end up here?
Was it because he said it like that or the fact that he called me Peach like he always does when I was eighteen?
I washed off my body, turning to leave, when I realized. After Xaden asked me to use his bathroom, I ran to his room, without taking my towel or a change of clothes.
Great…. Just kill me already!
I stepped out of his bathroom, naked as I stepped into his room. I grabbed his fresh towels from the shelf by the corner. I scanned the room properly. His neatly arranged bed and this huge frame over his head, it had a very unique ambiance, not professional but taken with keen eyes.
Where did he even find this picture from?
The place looked familiar… and there was a lady whose back was turned, but it was quite a distance so it was hard to tell.
Wait… I am still naked in his bedroom.
I scanned the room and found his wardrobe. I grabbed his shirt and a pair of joggers because I’d rather wear his clothes than walk out of his bedroom with his towel wrapped around my body.
I opened the door slowly, pushing my head first before my body, and soon I dragged myself out of the room. Looking around, making sure no one sees me in his clothes.
They were comfortable, soft, and they smell really nice, exactly like he did five years ago. Although this is a little mix of spices, making it really intoxicating. The more my nose got a whiff, the harder to keep my head straight.
Who gave him the right to look good and smell good at the same time? That’s just cheating.
The running water from my room caught my attention, yanking my thoughts of me, reminding me that Xaden was in my bedroom, fixing my faucet. I opened the door and slowly walked in. I moved to the bathroom, and there he was, standing in my bathroom, soaked. His shirt was clinging to his body, showing the biceps and abs that were hiding under the suit jacket he wore earlier. He was dripping wet in my bathroom, looking like a devil that had come to take my soul away.
My throat bobbed as my eyes dragged through every part of him, his wet hair, his wet eye, the water dripping from his face, the way his throat bobbed, flexing his Adam's apple.
God, he is super hot!
And his lips, wet, slightly parted as his eyes were glued to whatever the hell he was doing with that thing in his hands. My eyes traced them and nasty thoughts filled my mind instantly.
Would his lips taste the same or better? He looks better, and upgraded Xaden so will his grip around my neck be tighter and firmer than five years ago? Would his tongue tour deeper than it did five years ago? Would his kiss be more intense than they did five years ago?
I bit my lips, thinking of kissing him again.
Wait… He is staring.
My eyes flickering, returning to reality… Xaden is here in my bathroom.
“What?” I blurted, forcing a stern tone.
His lips parted, eyes on me, not blinking but I could see them glinting and did he just bite his lips?
“What are you looking at?” I frowned, taking a step back.
He smiled, “Peach, I don’t think wearing my clothes is a great idea knowing that my brother despises seeing us together.” his voice was deep and mocking but the way he smiled was so beautiful it was so hard not to like, not to stare.
When was the last time I saw him smile like that?
Oh shit… he is right… Jason must never meet me in his clothes. I should change.
He turned to me, eyes dragging up and down, “Keep them.” he said, “Just take them off before he returns.”
He wants me to keep them?
Why?
“I don’t need it, I have mine.” I snapped.
“I know, this one looks better on you… like it was made so you could wear.” His voice went lower, like he knew his voice had the power to make me fall on my knees because now, I can’t tell him no.
I turned away, going back to my room then I realized, he was just a few feet away while I changed.
“I won’t peek.” he blurted like he could read my mind.
“If you do, I’d remove your eyes and make sure you use a walking stick for the rest of your life.” I threatened.
He giggled, “I don’t mind, as long as you marry me.”
I froze, legs glued to the floor.
What did he just say?
I turned to him. He was not squatting, fixing whatever he was fixing while the water kept flowing to his face.
Did he just say something like that and move on like nothing?
“Why would I marry you?” I pouted, mumbling, eyes flickering, even though my cheeks were burning. The idea of being married to him? Why is my heart beating at the thought of it?
“Why not? You are the reason I am blind, you should take responsibility, no? Who else would marry a blind man? Because with your fighting skills, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting bullied, you’d be more like a bodyguard so it's a total package, a wife and a bodyguard.” he winked, shamelessly.
Is it crazy that I want to smile at whatever the hell he just said?
How does he know that I still go to my mum’s training room to fight?
Even Jason doesn't know that.
“Are you stalking me?” I fired, glaring at him and he froze, hands holding the… what the hell is even that thing in his hands… I thought he worked in a marketing company, how the hell does he even know how to fix a broken faucet?
His lips parted but he got cut off by the voice of the person we last wanted to see.
“Sloane!” Jasper’s voice filled the house.
Shit!
“Are you up? If you’re naked throw some clothes on, I’m coming in!”