The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

Chapter 36 Waking up with him

Roselia's POV

The lightning strikes roared and rattled the windows. The sound itself made me flinch and I woke up in the midst of the raging storm outside. The wind howled through the slits of the windows which made me cower deeper into the bed, the warm, huge and safe bed.

I fluttered my eyes open halfway and took a good look outside the window from my sleeping position. The rain was pouring outside and I couldn't see anything past 100 metres from the window. I didn't know whether it was my recovering eyesight or the thick rain. Other than that, I saw the room clearly. There was no sign of the sun anywhere on the horizon. Either the clouds blocked it or it has yet to rise over the horizon. Either way, I couldn't care.

I saw the brown bed sheets beneath me. I saw the cosy blanket that wrapped around my body. I saw the fortress of pillows beside me. I saw the tattooed arm that supported my head while I slept.

I smiled at the sight.

My hand crawled up the bed and rested on top of the delicate palms of the arm. His fingertips twitched beneath me and I suppressed the chuckle that was about to exit my mouth. I slid my fingertips over his and landed directly between his fingers. Laying here alone on a Sunday morning felt surreal. I just wanted to freeze time and be here forever.

I heard the rain mercilessly pouring to the ground, piercing through the soil. I heard the shivering windows. I heard the blasting AC in the room. Most of all, I heard the steady breaths behind me.

His fingers clasped around mine and intertwined it. My hands drowned under his and all I felt was safety.

I smelled the rain and the dirt it penetrated into that seeped through the cracks of the windows, brought by the wind. I could almost taste the vanilla candles that were lit to scent up the room. But most importantly, I breathed in the scent that was my personal dreamcatcher, lulling me to sleep beside my personal human heater; the ocean.

"Good morning, my flower." His sexy morning voice spoke, eliciting a shiver from my shoulder down to my toes.

"Good morning, Jace." His arm around my waist tightened and pulled me closer to his chest.

"How did you sleep?" A hint of a British accent emerged again.

"Good." I kept staring at our intertwined fingers. "Did you have a British accent once, Jace?"

"I still do." He used a full British accent this time. I thought his husky morning voice couldn't get any better. But him using a posh Londoneer's accent upped his sex appeal. "I have to use it when I have dinners with my dad."

Feeling me tense beside him, he leaned in closer to my ear and whispered. "Do you like it?"

I gulped at his alluring voice. We were in the same room where we conducted the lustful congress the other day, except the bed sheets changed. Last night, when he led me into this room, I expected something to happen. Stupid me!

We literally slept together on the same bed.

"It sounds nice." What the hell, Sel?! 'It sounds nice'? What are you? A professional hear-er?! Stupid!

His laugh vibrated behind me. "You smell nice."

If that didn't make my hormones explode, I don't know what will.

His lips almost touched my exposed shoulder before I stopped him and decided I wanted to ask him the question resting heavily on my mind.

"Jasper, what are we?"

He pulled me yet even closer to him. "Agree on a date with me, flower. I'll show you what we are."

My heart raced. I was certain he could hear it echo in his chest. Despite my exercising heart, I was able to tease him. "It depends, Jace. Does it have cheetos?"