Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

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I woke up with the sunlight pouring through the curtains. I checked the clock on the wall and the time was 10:00 am. I realized Rowan had woken up early, but then I was surprised to hear the sound of the water running in the shower.

I turned the knob of the bathroom and it easily gave away. I walked inside the fully white and cream tiled bathroom with a massive hot tub, sort of which you see on tv in those luxurious bathrooms in hotels. The doors to the shower was closed, but since they were transparent glass doors, I could see the shadow of his tall naked body from my vantage point.

Would he throw me out if I walked inside with him?

Either he would throw me out or just plain ignore me while I stood there drooling at him, because it was Rowan we were talking about here.

The thought of going into the bath with him excited me. I slid the glass door trying to make as little sound as possible. Rowan leaned against the tile under the shower. Water droplets dripped his firm torso and down his perfectly toned abs. I had a sudden surge to trail kisses over his brawny chest, the slight chest hair was slightly visible and followed a path right beneath the navel and disappeared. My eyes travelled to his chiseled jaw.

Every atom in my body screamed Greek God.

His mocha eyes leveled with mine as he watched me slid off the blanket I'd been holding to cover myself. I stepped into the warm spray and I pulled his wet mouth over mine. He didn't protest, neither did he say a word. We were a blur of rough touches, bites and moans. He hoisted me up in his arms and pinned me against the wet slippery tiles. The next thing I knew, he was entering me slowly. I dug my fingers into his back as he licked the drops of water from my neck, moving in and out. I began matching his rhythm.

I was dying. I thought I was in heaven until it was over and we were just bathing under the shower. He hadn't said a single word other than responding with moans.

He was out of the shower before me, and I tried to clear my head as I got dressed in a change of clothes that I'd brought with me. It was a Sunday, so we had planned to meet Minnie at a nearby restaurant for lunch at 1:00 pm. As soon as I entered the kitchen, aroma of eggs and sausages entered my nostrils and tingled my taste buds.

I settled down on the island stool staring at his back as he served the breakfast in a plate and pushed it towards me like an old lunch lady at school who was annoyed with her cooking job. He wasn't making any eye contact and that made me wonder what the hell happened in the shower. I thought that love making in the shower would surely solve the problem. Most normal men I knew would do anything if their girl was ready to spread her legs. Rowan, I realized, wasn't among the normal category.

I tore a piece of toast and sunny side egg toppings and shoveled it down. "Rowan, I'm sitting at your table eating the breakfast you have cooked in case you are thinking I've loaned the invisibility cloak again."

"I can see that." He said, deadpan. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

I felt sore. My legs felt heavy like I'd been trekking the Himalayas for weeks, but I also felt oddly satisfied. "I'm fine." I said.

"Juice or coffee?" He asked, opening the refrigerator.

I said juice so he poured me an entire glass full of OJ.

"Why are you still in a bad mood? I thought we clearly made up in the shower."

"Did we?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He brought his plate to the island and plopped down in the stool opposite mine with two toasts and a sausage.

I dropped the fork on the table with a clank. "Why are you acting like a jerk?"

"Because apparently, that's what I am. A fucking jerk for wanting his girlfriend to come live with him. I thought maybe that's what even you wanted. We've been apart for two years. I told you before, I'm saying it again, without communication we are not going anywhere in this relationship. It's a dead end, and you're making this even more difficult for me, Alana because I don't have a PHD in mind reading."

"I'm scared." I admitted.

"Scared of what?"

"I don't want to lose you. What if I move in and we start bickering like before? What if you lash out and what if I can't handle it? I can't have you packing and leaving me alone again."

He pulled me towards him and hugged me close. "I will never leave you. I promise. As long as I'm breathing, my life, body, heart, it's all yours baby."

I knew he meant every word.

"I love you so much." I said. "I can move in with you next week."

I can't believe I agreed to it. Who could resist those puppy brown eye.

Rowan shook his head and kissed me noisily on the lips. "You don't have to. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks for understanding and sorry for calling you a jerk."

"It's alright, baby. I'm used to it." He said and I laughed as I reached for my cell phone and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling?" Rowan asked.

I let the phone ring and pressed on the speakers.

"Hey baby girl, how are you?" I heard my dad's cheerful voice on the other end.

"Daddy, I'm doing good. How are you holding up?"

"I'm great. So, what's the occasion? It's very unusual of you to call me today."

Rowan's eyes were raised. Obviously the wheels were turning in his head.

"Daddy, what are you doing next weekend?" I asked in my sweetest most daddy's-little-girl voice I could muster.

"Your mother is going to your grandpa's so I'll be alone. Are you planning to come over?"

Rowan realized what I was about to do, he took my hand in his and squeezed it gently. I knew he was feeling edgy.

"You remember I spoke to you about Rowan?" I was starting to pick on Rowan's nervousness.