Stone Heart

Chapter 7- The Towel

I woke up to the feeling of something heavy across my waist, so I  looked down only to find an arm wrapped securely around me. Shifting around so I could see the sleeping man behind me, the arm tightened around me protectively. His long eye lashes and his slightly parted lips along with his slow and soothing breaths, made me stare at him like a giddy idiot. A mischievous smile made its way to my face as I looked below me to be met by a bare chest and an interesting six pack. My fingers burning with need to trace those lines hesitated as I built enough courage. My hand made its way to his abdomen and my fingers were about an inch from hi-

"Are you not only staring at me like a creep, but also trying to touch me in my sleep? If you wanted me that bad, you should have just said so," I pulled my hand back, blushing furiously as his husky voice made its way to my ears. I looked up at him to find that his eyes were closed and he held a smug grin.

"Uh-What? No, pft as if," I laughed nervously.

Turning around to get up from the bed and escape the embarrassment, his arm pulled me closer to his chest.

"Where are you going?" he asked with opened eyes now.

"To the bathroom?" His grip tightened at my question-answer.

"Daniel, I need to use the bathroom and I need to take a shower because I'm sweaty and gross." 

"You're not sweaty and gross."

"Well I feel sweaty and gross." He eyed me closely, as if deciding to let me go or not.

"Hurry back." He loosened his grip and I hurried over to the bathroom.

He wanted me to hurry, but I need to shave, especially considering the fact that he's sleeping with me now. I took my precious time shaving and showering. I took the towel hanging on the rack and wrapped it around myself. Wow, it went down just below my butt... So much for a towel. Gripping the towel tightly with one hand, I grabbed my dirty clothes with the other. 

By now, Daniel must have been out, I thought as I opened the door. Looking up, I saw Daniel with his fingers intertwined behind his head, sitting up on the headboard with the silky, white sheet covering his lower half. His eyes turned black when he raked my body with his eyes. I stood there, frozen in embarrassment and started to feel self- conscious. My grip on the towel tightened and I cautiously and very slowly made my way to the dresser. Daniel watched me intently, like an animal watching its prey.

"Drop the towel." I snapped my head to look at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I said, drop the towel," he ordered while keeping his eyes on the hand that was clutching the towel with a death grip.

"No way," I breathed out. His eyes met mine and they held nothing but amusement.

"Did you just defy an order, Chloe?"

"Maybe," I spun on my heals after grabbing the clean pile of clothes on the dresser and headed towards the bathroom to change in there. I had just managed to lock the door when the door knob started to jiggle and a growl from the other side was heard.

"Chloe, you have three fucking seconds to open the door, or I'll open it for you," he said calmly in warning. 

My trembling hands and my wolf growling at me to open the door weren't helping me putt my clothes on.

"One."

I slipped my shirt on.

"Two."

I slipped my jeans on.

"Three."  A hard bang followed by a loud crash was heard and Daniel's figure appeared at the doorway.