BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 53.5

I didn't think I could ever see myself replacing my "best friend" so quickly. Not after thinking that being alone was probably the best solution for the rest of my life. But seeing that Anne had invaded my weekender bag with items she thought I would need, I couldn't be more grateful to give her that title.

After a quick body shower and a spritz of dry shampoo, I dressed into a black laced top slip with a matching satin robe for coverage. Both of them short to show off all of my freshly moisturized legs, possibly a little cheek too if he looked for it.

She went as far as throw in extra lace thongs, a new rollerball of spicy perfume, mints and a small bottle of "extra help with warmth".

That cheeky loon. I giggled. Always there for me when I need her.

When I was done applying my favorite mess-free mascara to the outer lashes, I take one final look in the mirror to access the outcome.

I hope it doesn't look like I'm trying too hard. My face scrunched a little to the side. Maybe lip balm would be best rather than lipstick. Yeah... just a little dab right in the center.

And yet, I still nervous.

I took a half eaten container of mints later to finally step into the romanticized bedroom I was able to create after my shower. Candles, rose petals, all the works set in place. It was reliving to see that Arthur wasn't present, but concerning that he hasn't left the kitchen since I last saw him. I was secretly hoping he would just walk into this scene on his own.

How do I confront him? I grip on my robe.

What do I even say?

How do I explain... I look down at my outfit. this?

My eyes catch the small shiny case on the vanity next to me. Wireless earbuds, my armor of choice.

I got an idea.

I nervously approached the kitchen door, my barefoot barely making a sound for him to catch. When he was in front of my view of the elegant doorframe, I could see him leaning back against the counter. Looking troubled and sexy at the same time.

He staring into his glass of "wine" lost in thought. Spinning the glass over and over— hypnotized by the thick consistency of liquid when my heart started to race.

Would he bite me tonight?

He always looked so good no matter what he was doing.

Leaning against the counter.

Lost in his mind.

Even that little crinkle between his eyebrows is enough to make me feel breathless.

I know I'm just hypnotized in my own rose tinted glasses, but this man was definitely a god-like creature. And I'm...

I'm just a emotional raccoon pretending to be sexy.

A nervous emotional raccoon to be more specific.

.... out of all animals, it had to be a raccoon didn't it?

Was it because they were chunky—

Focus!

I take in a breath, approaching to cross the door frame when my toes caught the invisible step I didn't see.

Fucking hell!

I put out my hands, ready to meet the wooden floor when Arthur effortless caught me from beneath.