Chapters (56)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
The television became background noise as my eyes began to feel heavy. I let them shut after it became too much of an effort to keep them open.
My body seemed to be awake because it refused to rest. It wanted something desperately.
I wanted the warmth that tickled my legs, so I adjusted myself and felt around for the source of the heat.
My hands trailed to a hard yet soft surface. I pushed it and it willingly moved so I could crawl on top of it. I wrapped my arms and legs around the something that brought me warmth and security.
I let out a sound of content as the warm pillow moved a little. It was so comfortable that I found myself relaxing and snuggling into the well-built frame.
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
The worst thing about my apartment was the sunlight. It shone through the windows from the early hours.
As well as something Brobdingnagian poking my leg and waking me up, the light from the window interrupted my sleep.
It was one of the best sleeps I had ever had.
I frowned at getting woke up until I realised what I was laying on or more accurately who I was laying on.
My palms were flat against the moving chest that I had thought was a pillow. I felt around and noticed that the thing I thought was an inanimate object had hard toned muscles.
The more I rubbed at my eyes, the more my mouth dropped in shock.
All that I remembered from the night before was The Addams Family playing and me closing my eyes before falling asleep. I dreamt I was sleeping on a big comfy cloud and wrapping my legs around the source of comfort.
It was not a dream, and it was not a cloud. It was a large body that I had my legs wrapped around.
I had slept on top of Stone. All night.
At the realisation that I had crawled on top of him and that it was a Monday, I let out a groan into the large chest.
A sense of panic took over me and I was determined to get off him before the large body before he had noticed what had happened.
Slowly and steadily, I tried to raise my body upwards, but it was proving difficult. Mainly because the thick arms holding on to me acted as a vice around my waist.
"Medusa." The hoarse voice under me spoke, "I am awake."
I blinked twice and looked up at him from my place again this chest.
His voice in the morning was even deeper and rougher. The sexy morning voice was the best sort of alarm to wake up to.
I sat up quickly and jumped off him while exclaiming "Why did you not push me off you? Or throw me away?"
Stone sat up, his t-shirt creased and his hair a tousled perfect mess.
"Why would I do that?" He questioned gruffly.