NovelEnglishChapter 302 By the tI was wrapped up in a towel and carried back to bed, I realized I was perhaps a succubus Indeed. I also discovered, once again, that Brandon and his military- trained principles were unshakeable. For all Brandon did was givea bath and nothing else.
I had tested his boundaries before, but I hated losing and did not stop provoking him. "I bet you just can't get it up, Brandon." That had to be the final straw. No man could remain calm in the face of such a direct insult to their manhood. Alas, Brandon was no ordinary man, and he pinnedto the bed as he warned, "That's enough from you. Don't try to provokebecause it won't work." He saw through my filthy thoughts and lust-driven schemes.
"That's very hurtful of you to say," I grumbled, pouting as I pulled the covers overin disappointment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe pried the covers away from my face and reassuredgently, "It's not that I can't get it up or that you aren't attractive. I just don't want to hurt you, so I'd rather wait until you've fully recovered." I blushed. "And what if I never recover? Are you going to take an oath of celibacy then?" Brandon's lips curled in amusement. "Even if the oath is eternal, yes." I stared at him incredulously, pulled the covers over my head, and refused to speak to him again. However, he pulledinto his arms, blanket and all.
"I won't let that happen. I promise," Brandon murmured! My face warmed. He planted soft, lazy kisses onas he said in a low, hoarse voice, "Wait here. I'm going to take a shower." I bet it was a cold shower.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind did Brandon volunteer the clarification, albeit jokingly, "A cold shower." I was speechless. Unshakeable principles indeed. He would sooner catch hypothermia than hurt me.
My nose prickled as I called out to Brandon's retreating figure, "Brandon?" He turned around. "Yes?" "You're really, really good in bed," I said, then stuck my tongue out and hid myself under the covers before he caughtblushing.
He chuckled. "I know." I had fallen asleep when he returned to bed, worn out from my episode this afternoon, even though Brandon had soothed my turbulent emotions from when I learned the gravity of my parents' accident. I slept soundly through the night, and I wondered if it was because I had Brandon sleeping next to me. I was surprised to wake to the morning light even more so when I noticed Brandon reading next to me. He would usually be off to his morning workout by now.
I concluded that he was a man of many faces, and each of them was surprising. It also set him apart from everyone else in my life.
I did not disturb him and merely watched him silently A few minutes passed before he turned and met my gaze.
"Good morning," he said, setting down his book and brushing his thumb across my forehead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFeeling like an infant who had just been awakened by her parents, I snuggled closer to him and asked, "Why are you reading instead of working out?" "I didn't want you to wake up and findmissing," he explained indulgently.
I knew he didn't want to leavealone in case I had a nightmare and woke up in a panic.
Popped myself up just enough to snuggle in his lap. "You're the best guy I've ever met, Brandon. The very best." "Noted," Brandon answered without much enthusiasm.
"I just complimented you and put you on a pedestal. Can't you at least try to sound happy?" [protested. "Thank you for the generous praise, Mrs.
Howell," he drawled.
Blushing furiously, I whined, "No one said anything about being your wife! I never agreed to marry you. Besides, you never proposed!" "Okay," was all he said. "Will you stop with the deadpan responses?" It seemed I was saddled with supplying the conversation between us, seeing as Brandon was a man of such X
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