Lib Novel Page 101
Gently, I run my fingers through his hair and Matteo stirs away, letting out a small moan from my touch.
“Shhh,” I murmur softly, and Matteo pries his eyes open, giving me a smile of his own to match mine.
Full of love and adoration.
“Beastie,” he whispers, his voice coarse from sleep and tries to move, but only winces when he does so. “Ouch.”
“Yeah, running away from your bed and sleeping in a tiny crib will do that to you,” I whisper, keeping my voice low and quiet.
“I didn’t run away,” he whispers back.
“Mm-hmm, sure. If you couldn’t take my superior fighter skills anymore, you should’ve just said so.”
“Bestie, I can take you on any day or night. Especially night.” He smirks, shooting me a sultry look that looks particularly devastating in the morning light. “But my little watermelon needed me, so I climbed in with her.”
“Needed you?”
“Mm-hmm. She woke up around midnight, crying so sadly. Feeling all betrayed that we moved her in here all by herself.” Sure, she did—can you feel how far my eyes have rolled? “So, I stayed to keep her company. And when I came to give her the bottle, so not to wake you, she clung to me with her little fingers and wouldn’t let go”
“Strange, I didn’t hear a single noise come from the room.”
“Strange indeed.” He puckers his lips. “Now, help me get out of here.”
After at least five minutes of careful maneuvering not to wake Mel, Matteo is out, although I really should have left him to deal with this himself. That little clingy liar.
Matteo was still stretching and wincing when he goes to take a shower and I make my way to the kitchen.
“We should go back to Fifi’s today,” he says, walking out of the bathroom in a towel alone and I can’t even pretend my eyes are not devouring all that flesh.
“Why?” I lift my cup to take a sip of my coffee.
“We need to get a bigger bed for Mellie.”
“No, we don’t.” There goes that eye roll again.
“I won’t be able to walk if I keep sleeping in there.”
I click my tongue, “Here’s a thought…don’t sleep in there.”
“I don’t like that thought,” he grumbles. “Maybe we can just move her back into our room? You know, for her comfort?”
This man…
“Just admit she wasn’t crying at all, and you were a needy little papa bear, sneaking into her crib,” I say with a teasing smile.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” And there he goes, puckering his lips again.
A second later Mellie lets out a wail loud enough to wake Hope and Alec in the neighboring cottage. Yeah, I didn’t hear her at night, right…
Before I can even blink, Matteo is already sprinting her way, that towel getting loose and falling off and I am greeted with his fine—very fine—ass.
“I’ll get her!” he shouts, running into our room and a second later hopping out of there while still pulling his underwear on. “Papa is coming, my little watermelon. You realized I was gone and woke up, yeah?”
At this point, I’m laughing so hard I have to grip the counter from falling over.
I’m heading to them, with every intention to give Matteo a hard time, when a knock on my front door startles me.
It’s six-thirty-seven AM, who could be coming here that early? Frowning, I stride over and open the door without first checking the peep hole. Because in Loverly Cave you just let everyone in.