Bad Boy's Game

Chapter 6: The devil as my partner

Chapter 6

Waking up next to Ian is something I could definitely get used to. I turn to face him, taking in his serene face as he is still unconscious. His hair is tussled, pointing in all different directions as he snores softly. His arm is still wrapped around my waist, and I snuggle in closer, resting my head in the same pillow that he was laying on. His long lashes brush the skin below his eyes and I was a little envious.

How is it that his lashes are so long? My lashes aren't even that long.

I soon find myself unconsciously running my finger along the planes of his face, taking in the beautiful sleeping figure before me. When I realized how much of a creep I'm being watching him sleep, I decide to get up and shower. Shimmying out from under his arm, I head to my bathroom and strip out of his shirt before turning on the shower and stepping under the warm water.

I let the water run down my back, washing away the stress from the night before. Thoughts of Jace invade my head, and the thought of him touching my thigh only makes me scrub my skin harder. I hate him for making me feel so weak and scared. I promised myself that I would be nonchlalant if I ever saw him again, but clearly that didn't work out too well. I couldn't even form words when I was in his presence. Just the thought of him makes me shiver, even though the water is far from cold.

After thoroughly washing my body and my hair, I dry myself off, then walk into my room. Looking at the bed, I see that Ian is still sound asleep. The blanket had fallen to his waist, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Tearing my gaze away from the bed, I move to my dresser and pull out some underwear before dropping my towel and slipping them on.

As I stand in the doorway of my closet, searching for something to throw on, I hear a low whistle come from the other side of the room.

"If that's what I'm going to see every morning when I wake up, I might just have to sleep here every night." Ian states, throwing the sheets back and heading for the bathroom, but not before throwing a wink my way.

"Pervert."

"Thanks babe."

Rolling my eyes, I turn back to my closet and pull out a pair of dark skinny jeans and a blue boyfriend sweater before throwing myself onto my bed with my laptop. I open an already saved document and continue typing where I left off.

As I was finishing the chapter of the book I've been working on, I hear the bathroom door open and look up to see a Greek god standing in front of the bed. I trail my eyes down his glistening chest and stop at the v of his waist, blushing a little when I see the towel around his waist is barely holding up.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." he says, gesturing to his face while smirking. before I can respond with a smart ass comment, he drops his towel and walks over to a neatly folded pile of clothes he has sitting on my nightstand.

My eyes widen as I take in all of his... Manliness. I can't seem to turn my head away, and I know that he's aware of my gaze on him.

The things I would do to that boy. I've never seen any guy with a body like that. Actually, I've never seen any guys body, but that's beside the point.

I clear my throat and shake my head of all my perverted thoughts before closing my laptop and standing up.

"I'll leave so you can get dressed." I said, making my way towards the door.

"What for? You've already seen everything so there's no point in you leaving." I try not to stare at him as he put his boxers on. I try not to get distracted by his muscular arms, or perfect six pack, so I tried looking at anything else. That plan doesn't work out to well as I find myself ogling him as he pulls a shirt over his head.