Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I let out a chuckle and try to joke, “I probably look like a fly now.”
“Never,” Fallon whispers, and when I lie down, her hair falls over me, she presses a kiss to my cheek. “Night, Kao.”
She has such a nurturing soul, it’s one of the things I love most about her.
“Night,” I murmur. It takes all my strength to lie still and to not beg her to stay.
She turns off the light and then pulls the door shut behind her, and I’m left with my thoughts.
I replay the night's events and remembering everything Fallon said fills me with worry. Her self-esteem took one hell of a knock, and I only helped crush it.
Seeing the consequences of my destructive breakdown makes regret taste bitter on the back of my tongue. Come hell or high water, I’m going to help build her back up.
With my thoughts consumed by Fallon, I only managed to sleep a couple of hours. I’m up early and walk to my closet. My eyes scan over the different shades of gray.
Shit.
For a moment, I hesitate, thinking I should call Noah to help me, but then I take the first shirt and pants my hand touches and hope the colors will match.
There’s a soft tap against my door, and I call out, “Come in.”
“I made you some coffee,” Fallon says as she steps inside.
I let out a thankful breath. “You’re just in time. Can you help me pick a shirt and pants that match?”
“Sure.” She first sets the cup down, then comes to stand next to me. “Ooh, no.” She takes the items from my hands and hangs them back in the closet. “We should actually get rid of that shirt. I don’t like pink on you.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “You can throw it out.”
“I can arrange your clothes from dark to light colors, so it’s easier for you in the future,” Fallon offers.
“I’d appreciate that.” Seeing her take control of everything makes hope explode in my heart.
Fallon removes a shirt and pants, then holds them up against my body. “Yeah, this will do.”
“T-shirt or button-up?” I ask, so I’ll know whether I can actually put on the shirt without any help.
“It’s cold out. There’s no way I’m letting you wear a t-shirt. Put it on, then I can help with the buttons.”
Hmm… I like where this is going,” I tease her, then I add, “I first need to shower.”
“Ah…”
I let out a burst of laughter and decide to take it easy on her. “Just set the clothes on the bed. I’ll come find you when I need help with the buttons.”
“I’m going to get dressed then. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
Before she can leave, I say, “Thank you for wanting to help me.”
There’s a pause, then Fallon murmurs, “Thank you for letting me.”
It takes me a couple of minutes longer to get through my morning routine. I’ve even managed to brush my teeth without any help, although I got toothpaste on my left hand.
After stepping into my pants, I shrug on the long sleeve button up, then walk to Fallon’s room. As I knock on her door, Jade comes out of her and Hunter’s room, and she teases, “Loving the new look. Do you need help?”
“I’m good, thanks,” I say quickly. Just then, Fallon opens her door.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers as her eyes lock on my chest and abs. “Ah… let’s go to your room.”
I follow Fallon back to my room, and shutting the door behind me, I go to stand in front of Fallon and grin down at her.
Lifting her hands to my shoulders, she first adjusts the shirt before she begins to do the buttons. Feeling her fingers brush against my chest makes anticipation grow inside me. Every inch she moves down increases the electric current that’s forming between us.
Thank God the attraction is still there.
By the time she reaches the last button over my abs, I have to fist my hands at my sides, so I don’t grab hold of her.
“Anything else you need help with?” Fallon asks, her voice low and husky.
Hearing how affected she is by me sends my blood rushing through my veins.
It takes a lot of effort to stay in control and to not give in to my need for Fallon. “Socks,” I murmur. “And shoes.”
“Oh, right,” Fallon breathes, and then she walks back to my closet. I go sit on my unmade bed while I wait for her.
When Fallon rushes back, and she kneels in front of me, I say, “I can do this myself.”
“I don’t mind.” She slips my socks onto my feet, then helps me stand so I can step into my shoes. “Let me just grab a sweater for you.”
I haven’t been dressed by a woman since I was a kid, but knowing my girl is a control freak, I let her have her way.