Wicked Games 13

Chelsea

I fell asleep on the couch in my father’s house around midnight. Fully dressed. I hadn’t meant to. I had just closed my eyes during a commercial break.

So it came as a shock when I felt someone slide their hands under my body and lift me.

“Huh.” Blinking rapidly I relaxed as the scent of Wickeds cut hit my nostrils. I would know the smell of him anywhere. “What time is it?”

He didn’t answer at first. “A little after two. I couldn’t get away.” The stairs squeaked as he headed upstairs. Taking the stairs two at a time as if I weighed nothing at all.

I nuzzled into his warm chest. I didn’t care what time it was, he was here and that was all that mattered.

“Did you miss me?” Wicked headed towards my room without any prompting. Switching on lights as he went.

The white glow made me grimace back. Hiding my face in his shoulder as I tried to grow accustomed to the sudden light.

“Chelsea?”

“You know I did. I tried waiting up but….”

His lips were unbelievably soft on mine. His br