Chapter 37

"Oh." I mumbled, embarrassed that I'd jumped to conclusions so quickly. I wasn't sure what I'd do if he ever decided he didn't want me anymore. I was already so emotionally - and obviously physically - invested in our relationship that I don't know if I would ever fully recover from that kind of heartbreak. "Are you hungry? I think my Ma's making breakfast for the whole family right now." He said, glancing towards his bedroom door. My stomach growled loudly at the mention of food, which caused him to howl with laughter. I slapped at his stomach before wrapping the sheet around my body and tiptoeing across the room to where he'd discarded my – his – shirt last night. Slipping it over my head, I paired it with my own pajama shorts before turning to face him. He had a dreamy look in his eyes, still stark naked from our late night festivities. "What?" I questioned him. "I just can't believe you're actually mine." He said, disbelief lacing his tone as