The Year of the Tiger (Book 3 of The Almair Series) (Completed)

Chapter 21

I woke up to something on top of me and groaned because I had the sudden urge to pee. A groan escaped my lips because I hated that peeing was the first thing I needed to do every morning.

I mean, I was comfortable right where I was at, even though I was a little squished at the moment. "Matt?" I asked, turning my body to poke at his cheek. "Wake up." I ignored the flash of pain that went through my body because of the weird postin that I was in.

"No," Matt mumbled sleepily. He buried his face into my neck, his breath sending chills down my spine. A small smirk appeared on his lips when he heard a sharp intake from me but didn't move.

"Please? I gotta go pee."

"Pee in the bed," he mumbled. "I am comfortable." He sighed and placed more of his weight on me, and I hissed in pain.

"Bastard, I am still injured. Move," I growled, and he sat up instantly. I took a deep breath and sat up, my body protesting with every movement.

"Shit, sorry," Matt said, apologetically. "Are you training today?"

I shook my head, no. "I am on strict orders not to do any hard workouts for a couple of days." I stood and started to hobble to the bathroom. "I can do the thing on the night of the full moon, though."

"What thing?" He came over and picked me, carrying me the rest of the way to the bathroom. "Ow, you didn't have to hit me so hard," he said after I had punched him in the shoulder. "You are mean."

"Suck it up," I said, and he snorted and rolled my eyes. "But, Randi's burial is happening then."

Matt stayed silent as he set me down onto the cold tiled floor before he walked out of the bathroom, keeping the door cracked. "Can I come?" he asked after he was clear.

I hobbled over to the toilet and did my business, not even fazed about the door. "I am going to need you," I said. "Mainly because I don't want to do this by myself."

"Aw, I feel the love," Matt said sarcastically. "Buf, I'll make sure my day is clear."

I hid an eye roll before getting up and flushed the toilet. "Can you help me to the sink?" i asked, pulling up my underwear and pants. "I'm done."

Matt sighed sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Fine," he said, pushing the door open. He walked in and picked me up, gently. "Do you want me to wash them too?" he asked.

I nodded my head, and he helped me wash them. My heart was beating in my chest at how close I was near him, and all I wanted to do was turn around and kiss him. His scent was driving me crazy, and I couldn't help but love him even more.

Matt, seeming to read my mind, turned me around after he was done, and kissed me. He had set me up on the bathroom counter and placed his arms on either side of me.

I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I could smell his arousal, and I was sure that he was able to smell mine.

Everything else seemed to go away as I focused on the male before me. I was focused on his scent and his lips on mine. I didn't know why he tasted minty, but I liked it. I was sure he had gum to take away the morning breath, and I wasn't surprised that he hadn't made me brush my teeth before he kissed me. I guess he had wanted to kiss me as much as I had wanted to kiss him.

"I hate being a cockblocker. Well, I don't mind it one bit. But I gotta go pee too," Brody said from the bedroom, and Matt and I pulled away from each other. "And, I am missing hands to open the door."

Matt leaned his head on mine, both of us breathing heavily. "Gods," he whispered, cupping my face. "I love you so much." He pecked my lips before pulling away. He started to walk away from the bathroom to let my twin out before he paused and looked back at me. A smirk was on his face, and I couldn't help but frown. "Oh, by the way, your breath stinks." He started to laugh as he walked the rest of the way out of the bathroom.

"Ass!" I yelled, throwing a brush at him. I bit back a snort when he yelped before sighing.

I shifted my body around, ignoring the pain of my side, and stared at my reflection. Dread filled my body because I knew that those people might try something to harm him.

They could kill him, and I had no idea how to stop them from doing so. I knew that they knew I was protective of him as well as loved him. They could use that against me, and it sucked that I had no idea what they were planning for me, for him or the clans.

"Gods," I whispered, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and sighed. I had no idea if they would try to kill him in front of me or not, and I honestly did not want to find out."Protect him, please. I-I don't know what I would do if he were killed."