Living With Him

Thirty-four: Cookie Jars

I stayed in my room the whole afternoon rereading something on Kindle while occasionally looking at the calla that's now in a slender vase on the sleek desk in my room.

I tried to busy myself with reading but I couldn't help but be vigilant with what the towering asshole might do. I'm pretty sure he won't just pounce at me though. He'll lose a knee if he tries.

My mind's also jumbled with the annoying feeling that's been tugging in my chest since he came back.

I wish I had someone to talk to about this complication.

I can't talk to Audrey because I signed a contract. Grammy's no longer in this realm, and I don't really have a Sam and Dean to help me with some sort of supernatural ordeal. Andres is the only person who knows about the NDA since he signed one himself but even he seems to be MIA.

I wonder what's up with the boy wonder. He was so weird the last time I saw him, and now he's a no show.

"But then I'm not even texting him how he is" I muttered to myself as I placed my phone down.

I was about to think of something else to do when I felt my tummy grumble.

"Food" I mumbled as I patted my stomach. "I need food-kitchen!"

The lady who keeps tabs on the pantry gave me three big jars of chocolate chip cookies the other day. I knew the day would come when I'll open one and devour its contents! This is a glorious day.

I beamed as I walked out of my room but stopped once I was a few steps out.

I looked around and tried to tune in to any sound that could be heard from his office.

Silence-he must be reading or doing something.

"Hmn" I shrugged and made my way to the kitchen while browsing through my phone for some fun song.

I was about to walk in straight when I looked up and felt my eyes almost try to escape their sockets.

He's almost naked, I swallowed hard at the realization of the image in front of me.

The damned son of a fighter jet stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs. I mock messy man buns at times, but he rocked it so I can't at the moment.

He's slicing something I couldn't see because my eyes continued to bask in the glory of the chiseled god in front of me. I don't even think that he knows I'm standing here since he's facing the sink and only the right side of his body is facing me.

I can perfectly see his form from where I am and I couldn't stop gawking. My knees weakened a little at the sight and I had to squeeze my thighs together with the sudden sensation that started to build in my core.

Silly lady parts.

I should resist! I scolded myself but my eyes continued to study the fine specimen.

My eyes trailed from his perfectly carved jaw down to his shoulder that's sort of begging me to bite it. When his arms moved, and his muscles flexed a little, I bit my lip to hold a tempted whimper back. I've seen his body in the dark, but in this perfect lighting he looked too irresistible.

You must resist.

Just a few more seconds.

He suddenly raised his arm and my eyes flashed towards his bare stomach. The hard-looking curves and slopes that his abs presented, and the freaking hipbone, almost made me drool. I didn't drool, but something did get wet.

Just look away.

And those thighs and legs. And holy hell-that ass! I gritted my teeth to stop the urge to bite it and decided to listen to my subconscious and looked away before making my presence known.