He Heard Every Thought I Had About His Body Chapter 10
A few days later, I stopped Warren again.
Kneeling on the bed, I looked up at him with wide eyes.
I want a kiss. Come on, kiss me. I command you to kiss me!
Warren’s gaze slowly dropped. I watched him swallow hard.
But then he shook his head.
I let go of him without changing my expression.
“Okay.”
Ahhh, that was so embarrassing.
Did I just get rejected? Yep. I definitely got rejected.
We’ve only been kissing for a few days, and he’s already over it?
Men. They hit it and quit it.
Warren laughed. He leaned down until we were eye level.
“Cora.” His lazy drawl carried an amused smile.
“You keep getting me all worked up, then you just
leave me hanging. My body can’t take it.”
Can’t take what? Wait–is it the kind of ‘can’t take it‘ I
think it is?
Whoa. I’m not looking any lower.
Is this seriously my stone–faced husband? Did someone body–swap him?
I awkwardly looked away.
“Then I won’t start kisses anymore.”
Warren chuckled. “You little scaredy–cat.”
“I’m not.
“Yes, you are.”
He leaned over and brushed a light kiss against my cheek.
“You’re the little scaredy–cat. I’m the big one.”
Wouldn’t have guessed.
Warren’s eyes lit up. Did she figure it out?
This guy’s brutal. He’ll even roast himself.
Warren’s thoughts ground to a halt. I swear, you’re hopeless.
The next day, I called Tara to vent.
“A scaredy–cat? No way. You’re just a little oblivious.”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
How was I a scaredy–cat?
“But it is weird that Warren called himself one.
Unless…”
She suddenly gasped.
“Huh? Tara?”
The call cut off.
If I remembered correctly, she’d gone to The Lantern Lounge.
That place could get pretty chaotic.
Panic hit me instantly. I threw on my clothes and rushed out to find her.
I had just grabbed my bag when Warren followed me.
“I’ll come with you.”
How does he know where I’m going? I didn’t even have
the call on speaker.
Warren smoothly changed the subject.
“It’s not safe to drive alone at night.”
“Wherever you’re going, I’ll take you.”
He called it giving me a ride.
But once we got there, he walked inside with me anyway.
I didn’t have time to worry about it.
After searching the room, I finally spotted Tara at the corner of the bar.
She was talking to someone across from her. I hurried over.
“Cora?” Tara looked surprised.
“I was just about to have someone call you.”
“Somebody bumped into me earlier. My phone hit the
floor and broke.”
“I’m glad you’re okay.”
“I didn’t have your number memorized, so I finally found someone who knew you—but I still couldn’t
reach you.”
I followed her gaze.
Cole was looking at me with the most pitiful
expression, like a neglected puppy.
“Why’d you block me?”
This guy just won’t go away.
“What are you doing here?”
“The day I learned that you were married, it felt like
something inside me died. I figured I’d drink away the
pain.”
Tara knew I didn’t want to see him.
She hurried to explain. “I actually owe him one today.”
“The supplier for our new equipment was giving me a
hard time. I almost lost the deal.”
“Did someone give you trouble?”
My tone was flat–more routine politeness than real concern.
Even so, Tara immediately scooted closer to me.
“No way.
I’m one of the owners here. Who’s going to bully me?”
“The supplier was the problem.”
“I came to sort it out, and it just so happened that Cole
knew the person in charge and introduced us.
“She’s telling the truth.” Cole chimed in, nodding quickly.
The two of them took turns reassuring me until I
finally accepted the explanation.
Cole let out a relieved breath.
“I was seriously worried you’d do what you did back in high school.”
“If I hadn’t stopped you, you would’ve beaten that guy to death.”
Tara snorted. “Good thing Cora was smart enough to throw a sack over his head first.”
I even picked an alley with no security cameras. That
idiot still has no idea it was me.
I took a sip of my drink.
Beside me, Warren frowned.
“What sack? What alley?”
Tara blinked. “Who said anything about an alley?”
Cole lifted a brow in mock surprise.
“Warren… you didn’t know?”
“That day Cora didn’t go home with you this was why.”
Teenage boys often disguised their curiosity about
girls as crude sexual jokes.
If a girl didn’t play along, they’d get nasty and start spreading rumors. Even in front of a crowd.
Tara got into a heated argument with one of them.
The boy lashed out and kicked her.
I had just returned to the classroom. I saw the whole thing.
I didn’t make a scene. I just took Tara to the teacher.
That afternoon, the boy was forced to apologize to her
in front of the entire class.
Everyone thought the matter was over.
It wasn’t. The very next day, he called in sick.
After school, I dragged him into an alley and beat the hell out of him.
I’d been training in boxing for years.