His Future Bride by Nichole Rose

Author:Nichole Rose [Rose, Nichole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Riley

The sun hasn't even risen when I wake up because Cash's big body is like a furnace where he's practically lying on top of me. He took me twice more before we both passed out from exhaustion. My entire body is sore in the best way possible. I revel in the way it feels to be in his arms. He holds me like I'm precious, something he wants to protect. Even in his sleep, he cradles me carefully.

But I don't know how to do the whole morning after thing. He said a lot of things yesterday that I really want him to mean. In the heat of the moment, I'm sure he did mean them.

But will he still feel the same in the light of day?

The longer I lay here, the more the thought of him not meaning any of it stresses me out. I want what I had a taste of with him yesterday and last night. I want to belong to him. And it's going to break my heart if this was just a one night thing for him or something he does often. To me, what we shared meant everything.

I thought I was falling in love with him yesterday, but somewhere over the course of the night, I became certain of it. I'm so ridiculously in love with him. I don't know how it happened so fast, but it did. And I would much rather live with not ever knowing if he feels the same way than with having my heart broken if he wakes up and hustles me out like last night didn't mean everything to him too.

Panic claws through me at the thought of him sitting me down to tell me it was great, but…. I've seen too many of my clients have that same conversation the morning after. Watched too many girls leave hotel rooms in tears when some handsome man who said all the right things in the heat of the moment then dashed their dreams of happily-ever-after into little pieces.

I slowly inch my way out from underneath Cash, moving carefully so I don't wake him. I hold my breath the entire time, praying he doesn't wake up.

Thankfully, he doesn't.

But I don't breathe easy until I've gathered my clothes in the murky pre-dawn light and slipped out into the hall to don them. All the lights are still on in the house, illuminating his marks all over my body. The sight of them sends waves of heat and sadness through me simultaneously—heat because I remember exactly what it feels like to have him all over me, sadness because I know they'll fade soon.

Once I'm dressed, I tiptoe down the stairs. I was too wrapped up in Cash to notice much last night, but his house is incredible. The floors are gorgeous hardwood, with gleaming wood tables and dark furniture. The paintings hanging on the walls are beautiful landscapes that look so real I want to step into them and marvel that there are places in the world that actually look like this.

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