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Anelia came to in the dead of the night and unlike the characters she had read about in a number of books, she was not overly disconcerted and immediately knew that she was in Dexter's room. The silk sheets covering her body felt good caressing her skin just as much they were unfamiliar but she would have had to be a log not to acknowledge just how comfortable the bed was.
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Natie yawned and rolled away from the edge of the bed. She threw her hand and leg carelessly to the other side of the bed and furrowed her brows when she felt her leg and arm land on something soft. "You are the worst haphazard sleeper I know," she heard Anelia grumble beside her. Natie giggled and groggily opened her eyes. She didn't remove her leg and arm atop her sister but shifted closer as if to only get more comfortable. It was no lie that Natie was a very unstable sleeper. She could go to sleep with her head on the pillow and wake up with her head almost hanging off the edge of the bed and her feet laying on the pillow instead."You're the one in my bed," she cheekily replied before closing her eyes again. Not that she was complaining. To Natie her sister was like a big warm blanket and she felt strangely comforted and safe when she was around."You're the one that's in my bed," Anelia countered with a dazed voice. Natie opened her eyes again and looked around the room."Oh, t
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It was one thing to pledge to do something and a whole different thing to actually do it. Which was why Anelia contemplated running back to her bedroom when she was faced with Dex. She had woken up a little later in the day, no doubt feeling a little better than she had been and taken a warm shower. Of course, Anelia swore not to take anymore cold showers, which she had been taking in the early mornings when she was trying to avoid Dex. Anelia easily caught a cold and she should have known that taking cold showers in the morning to help rejuvenate her from lack of sleep was not a very good idea. With Natie still asleep, Anelia had crept out of the room and headed for the kitchen. When she had just turned around the corner, there he had been standing. He was facing the cupboard with nothing on save for his pyjama pants. To say that she had not been expecting him would be an understatement.His biceps flexed when he raised the cup he had in his hand and brought it to his mouth. And aga
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Anelia came tumbling onto the bed a little too ungracefully and did not have much time to gather herself before Dex seized her by the wrists and successfully pinned her against the bed. She shook her head wildly and attempted to pull her hands out of his vice-like grip to no avail.When she finally did accept the simple fact that she really
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Twenty-eightDexter finally let go of Anelia but never once took his gaze off of her. He was still very much shirtless and Anelia was really trying not to let her gaze wander anywhere that was below his neck.
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Twenty-nineAfter they had had breakfast, Anelia had been left to clear up the dishes and clean up the kitchen. She had seen Dexter; alright perhaps the word spied would have been a lot more accurate, walk upstairs after he had finished his breakfast and Natie had said that she was going to her bedroom.
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When Dexter took a step in her direction, Anelia did not need to witness him take another to predict his intentions. In a panicked and quite frankly, overly dramatic manner, she stretched both her arms out, displaying the palms of her hands in a gesture that was meant to bring Dexter to an abrupt stop."Stop!" She shouted, the remnants of her shrill voice bouncing off the walls of the spacious dining room. "Don't come near me!"
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Anelia felt light-headed. She involuntarily pinched the collar of her t-shirt and fanned herself. It was suddenly all too hot in the room and yet the heat had nothing to do with room temperature. As if only realising what she had been doing for the first time, Anelia scanned her t-shirt and abruptly stopped with the fanning.What was she doing?She took a huge gulp of air to calm her raving feelings. She patted her face and was surprised to find it hot. Mortified by her reaction, she headed up the stairs to her room cupping both cheeks as if her life depended on it. After a good cold face-wash, the red that had stained her face a few seconds prior had lessened, replaced by the familiar pale colour. She patted her face dry and applied some vaseline. She always applied vaseline to her face and it worked just fine for her. Her skin didn't break out but well, when she thought about her elementary skin routine, it was one brutal reminder just how disparate their lives were.And that was th
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"Take me home," Anelia murmured in a voice that was devoid of feeling. She had spoken the very same words over an hour ago, when she had been more than pliant in his warm embrace and overcome with heat. Except the spoken words now lacked the same enthusiasm that had previously been present in them. Between their shared moment of passion which stood to remind her that all attempts to forget Dexter disintegrated to moot the second he kissed her, and waiting while Dexter explained everything to the police as soon as they arrived on scene; finding her wrapped in his arms and clinging onto him like a vice (much to her mortification), it was safe to say Anelia had sobered up. Add on the fact that while she had been deep in her thoughts, she didn't pay attention to the direction Dexter was steering his car in, only looking up at the familiar La Vida that was illuminated by a glowy colour one couldn't miss from a mile away.Dexter had ignored her protests and taken a hold of her hand like he
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He was calm, cool and utterly composed as he walked down the remaining steps. If anything, he seemed to have walked in the middle of a very a boring play. His eyes finally shifted towards Freda after they had scanned her entire body and Anelia glimpsed the facade breaking for a mere second. In the next second, his features were schooled and it was if as she had imagine that crack.“You have been busy, Freda,” Dexter drawled, looking up at the stage with a lazy gaze. He twisted to look at the hall around him. “And fantastic choice of a hiding place, by the way. I never would have taken you for the sort to know of such dilapidated places.”Freda paced across the stage, the knife shining under the large beam of light she and Anelia were both under. “Why, thank you. And this,” she said, gesturing to the entire building. “Was my favourite place to hang around in my younger years. But, of course you never knew that because you never bothered to know me. But that’s all in the past. What’s im
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Hey guys! It feels like ages since I last wrote to you all. Firstly, I just want to say how overwhelmed I am by the support I've received on this book. Some of you have reached out on F******k to ask about the lack of updates and that went to show that my work means something to someone out there. For that, I'll forever be grateful. With that being said, I would like to take this this time to announce some exciting news. Yes, there's a new book on the block written by yours truly. If you enjoyed reading COLD, you'll no doubt adore MR KING. Please check out MR KING. Do not fret, COLD has not been neglected. It is drawing closer to the end, that's all I'm willing to say right now;). Happy reading! Stay safe xx
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