Page 57 of Be Mine, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 3)

“It’s sore.”

“I bet. Hang on, I’ll grab you some Motrin.” He kissed her forehead and pulled away. She watched him walk toward the kitchen, holding his towel up with one hand on his hip. She followed behind, some of the tension and worry disintegrating when she noticed the top of his ass was showing above the towel.

She almost tripped as Fungi ran under her feet after his master, meowing loudly. The little fiend glanced over his shoulder at her, giving her a snooty look as if to say, “What are you doing here?”

Chris grabbed a can of food from the cupboard and set it on the counter. “What’s up, dude? You hungry again?”

“You wash your hands after you handle him, right?” she asked, thinking about his hands on her face and having a giant, red circle of ringworm show up there

“Of course, I do. His spots are already looking better, anyway. Been doing the cream four times a day, like the vet told me.” He tossed her a pill bottle he’d pulled from the cupboard to her. “Get two and I’ll pour you some water.”

She sat down, watching Chris walk around the kitchen, taking care of her like he always did. But as much as she tried to pretend that they were the same old Chris and Kelly from yesterday, there was a major change she couldn’t ignore.

Kelly now knew what Chris had going for him under that towel.

He set her glass down on the table in front of her. “There you go. I’m going to feed Fungi first, and then I’ll head on up and put on some clothes.”

Or not.

To her surprise, he squatted down in front of her just as she put the pills in her mouth. She took a sip…

“Or we could go back into my bedroom and have makeup sex.”

She almost choked on the water in her mouth. Luckily, the pills went down, and she spluttered with water.

“What?”

“I was just thinking, we’ve had fights in the past as friends, but sex has never been on the table afterwards.” He leaned close, his mouth right next to her ear. “Which means this should be really, really good.”

His words sent shockwaves right to her core.

“What do you say, Kel?” His lips lightly trailed over the skin of her neck and she was lost.

Chapter 21

Chris had every intention of telling her today that they shouldn’t have had sex last night. That they should go back to being friends and not overly complicate things.

But that was before she’d come through the door, her eyes blazing with fury and hurt. Before her hands had touched his skin, and her gaze had traveled over him as though she couldn’t look long enough.

All his good intentions had flown right out the window, and now here he was, carrying her into his bedroom, his towel in a wad on the kitchen floor.

“I should shower before we…” she whispered against his mouth.

“I don’t care.”

“I do. I feel gross.”

“Not what a guy likes to hear when you’re in his arms.” He stopped at the edge of his bed, and let her slide down his body. “What about your arm?”

“The doctor said I could wash it, I just have to pat it dry.”

“Okay.”

He went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, feeling her eyes on his ass as he waited for it to warm up.

Chris adjusted the temperature until it was this side of warm, and faced her, crooking his finger. “How’s this?”

She stuck her good hand in, bringing her chest flush against his body. “It’s perfect.”