Wake Me Up (Love Knows No Boundaries) by Michelle Horst Read Free Book Online

if that is the reason for all the bloody hells,” he smiles, and it makes him look even more dishy.
    He moves to get up , and I all but run to grab the wet underwear off the floor. I can feel my cheeks flaming up again.
    We didn’t have … um … do that. I can’t even think the s.e.x. word without going scarlet, never mind say it.
    “I am so sorry.” I don’t know how to apologize for my behavior. “Just give me an hour and I’ ll bugger off.”
    “What? Why?” He moves fast around the bed. It’s faster than I can move with the left -over grogginess from the alcohol. He shouldn’t have gotten up. With no drunken stupor to obscure my vision, I see every muscle, every piece of ink-covered skin, each one of his perfectly molded pecs.
    My. Hands. Touched. All. Of. That! My hands want to touch all of that again. The angels were in a hell of a good mood when they made him.
    “Why would you want to leave?” he repeats, when I take too long to answer.
    Because I still want to shag you? (But of course I don’t say that.)
    “I can’t even face me right now , so I can only imagine how you must feel.”
    I’m stand frozen , holding my wet underwear in my hands, and I know I must look knackered. Still he keeps coming, until there’s only an inch separating us and the air thins out, giving me slight breathing problems.
    “You’re not leavin ’. You paid for six months in advance, if I’m not mistaken. You have classes startin’ on Monday. Ms Jessie will have my ass if you leave.” He takes a breath and tucks some of my hair behind my ear.
    His bare chest and Southern accent melts me on the spot. My brain can only come up with three words - t ake me now.
    P lease. Take. Me. Now!
    “Things happened. We’re adults. We’ll deal. You, Emma Walker, are stayin’,” he says.
    I can only nod like a daft nut. Oh, and drool. I can drool at his feet.
    He reaches in and hugs me, as if we’ve known each other ages. My body responds by doing some more melting, wanting desperately to become one with his. I’m in so much trouble. How am I going to share a flat with the bloke and not show what effect he’s having on my awakened hormones?
    “By the way, welcome. As you know by now, I’m your roommate, Aiden Holden. Please make yourself at home. Unpack.”
    He doesn’t take m e. Instead, he smiles and leaves me standing wanting him – my flatmate for the next six months.
    Things happened . He has that part right.
    I stand staring at myself in the mirr or. I look like a bloody panda with the mascara streaked under my eyes. One that had a sparkler go off in her hair, or maybe the panda just went on and settled in there, somewhere. I look knackered. I feel knackered. I need to phone Chloe.
    I don’t wait for her to say hello. “I have to move. I can’t stay here with him,” I say, panicking my arse off.
    “Hold on, Sunshine. Who? Why? What are you on about?” she asks, clearly confused.
    “My flat mate. I went to a pub just like you told me to. But you know what I did? Out of all the bloody blokes there, I asked my flatmate, Chloe! Then I got rat-arsed. Then I got sick. Then I slept with him, not … you know s.e.x. sleep with him, but like close your eyes and sleep, sleep with him. And he is the dishiest bloke on the face of our dear Mother Earth! Oh gosh, you should hear his accent,” I try to explain everything that happened in one breath.
    “ So what’s the problem then? Shag him today,” she says.
    “Huh?” I snort.
    “You say he slept with you, that means he has to like you, Sunshine. No bloke just sleeps with a girl. Shag him today,” she says again.
    “Are you bloody nutters?” I snap. “I’m not throwing myself at him again. I already threw myself at him twice.”
    “What do you mean twice?”
    “U m … at the pub and then I tried to undress him in the shower. I’m a disaster. I’m going to die a virgin, Chloe!”
    “No you won’t,” she tries to calm me, “ but let’s just hit pause