![]() ![]() Romantic Times has proclaimed her, “One of the most natural voices in historical romance to be found today”. ![]() She has been honored with the most prestigious award of romance fiction, the Romance Writers of America Rita Award, and she has received additional awards from Romantic Times and All About Romance. I was alone again.From the publication of her very first historical romance, Laura Lee Guhrke has received numerous honors and critical acclaim for her novels and her writing style. Please." He ripped his arm out of my hand and stormed out. I need to go." He went to stand up but I grabbed his arm. 'Great.' "Can't you just be grateful?" it didn't even sound like a question. "What's all of this about?"ĭerek sighed and got an irritated look on his face. But…," though I loved that he stayed and made me breakfast I wanted to know why. I really hadn't had non-burnt bacon since my mom died. The bacon was burnt wasn't it? I really didn't care or mind. I looked at him and then back at the plate. "Sorry I kind of demolished the bacon." Derek said ducking his head a bit. When I got to the kitchen the smell of eggs and burnt bacon. I walked downstairs with Derek not too far behind. "I made you breakfast." I stood up and gave him a confused look. "Whoa," I said lamely, "head rush." Derek chuckled. I went to fall back onto my bed when a pair of warm arms caught me. 'Time to eat' I thought and my stomach growled not missing a beat. I sighed and sat there for a moment motionless with my hands in my palms. There was no talking after that just sleep. "Goodnight Stiles." Derek whispered so quietly I thought I maybe imagined it. It worked for a moment until I felt a small kiss on the back of my neck. I tried to calm myself, focus on my breathing. My heart was beating so fast it was embarrassing. Then I felt a warm arm wrap around my waist, my breath hitched and he pulled my closer nuzzling the back of my neck with his nose. He stood up and walked over to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers. He just laid there for a second before nodding. ![]() I wasn't really sure if I wanted to do this, "so if you want I'll share the bed." Derek didn't respond. "I know the floor isn't that comfortable," I hesitated. Being able to see his happy trail wasn't that bad. He was wearing a pair of my boxers and one of my wife beaters. After I got comfortable under my blankets I made sure to cover my face enough so he couldn't see me but I could secretly spy on him. He is a god.Īfter he was done changing I went and laid down in my bed trying to avoid looking at him. I adjusted myself and forced myself to look away. He shook his head and turned around to walk over to my dresser and started sifting through it. He looked back up at me I smiled a little again. I moved my hands slowly covering the bulge. He was shirtless with a thin film of water glistening on his chest and abs. It was- it was nothing." I smiled to try and make it more believable. I stared at him a moment before he gave me a questioning look. Damn did it smell so good in this moment. "What'cha looking at?" I felt his breath glide across my neck. "Damn it none of this is working." I said quietly under my breath. When he turned around it was dangling from his mouth. And once on a random weekend a few months ago, I walked in on Derek attacking a mouse that was in his basement. Actually dead mice aren't that gross their kind of cool. I looked back to my monitor and started googling various ways to get rid of it. I looked down at the now obvious bulge in my pants. The shower stream flowing over his perfectly sculpted body. The thought of Derek naked flooded my mind. "I'm going to take a shower." I opened my mouth to protest but he was already in my bathroom. He gave me a 'yeah, whatever' kind of face. "Hm," he took me off guard, "Oh um… I wasn't starring." I lied and we both knew it. His hair was a mess, the shirt he was wearing had small blood stains on it and his pants were coated in mud. I smiled at him and sat back down at my desk. "Shut up stiles." He said a smile hinting at his lips. "I am so sorry Derek! I.Uh.I don't know what happened. "Derek?" I asked and jumped up to hug him. I looked over to the window to see a tall figure in a leather jacket climbing through. All I wanted to do in that moment was help him, comfort him, or at least be by his side to hold his hand or tell him every was going to be alright. When he backed away after spearing the kanima Jackson the look on his face was unbearable. I was always attracted to Derek, but I only started to think I had real feeling for him the night everything went down. Which should have been a good thing, if I didn't like him so much. Scott was trying to fix things with Allison. The kanima was no longer the kanima, it was Jackson. It had been two weeks since everything had happened.
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