Caterpillar, A Paranormal Romance With A Touch Of Horror - Plot & Excerpts
The pounding of my head woke me. I would have sworn someone had cut the top of my skull off, it was so painful. I struggled to open my eyes, but it took several seconds for my body to obey the command. I looked around at my surroundings. I was in my bedroom. Though they were drawn, I could see the soft light of dawn teasing the edges of the curtains. I tried to remember how I’d gotten to bed, but my head was all fuzzy. It was like trying to see through a single ply of cotton candy. I turned my head and saw light glowing around the bathroom door. And then it all came back to me. Tegan. I sat up too quickly and the room spun on its axis. I flopped back down and held my head in an ineffective effort to stabilize the room. I heard the soft click of the door opening and I peeked from behind my hands. Tegan, in all his masculine glory, was standing in the doorway wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing a hot guy in a towel on television is nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the real thing. His wet hair looked black as night and was attractively tousled where he’d toweled it semi-dry. Thick bands of muscle stretched across his wide chest and shoulders and traveled the length of his stomach. A light dusting of hair spread from nipple to nipple and to his navel then disappeared behind the towel. The material rode low on his slim hips. I could see a considerable bulge just below the knot. I felt my cheeks burn when I realized that I was staring. I jerked my eyes up to his. They were a darker, smoldering blue. Instantly, heat erupted in my belly. I closed my eyes against it, against him. I didn’t want to be attracted to him. Evidently he had some very shady secrets and I didn’t need that kind of drama in my life. I was producing plenty on my own.
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