All Chapters of My Twin Alpha Valentines: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was probably close to noon when I finally woke up and decided it was time to get up. I'd been so comfortable lying beside Ryder, his body warm, his heartbeat reassuring, his very presence just a comfort. But I was also very eager to get my cast removed, so I figured it was probably a good idea to get a move on. Ryder was still fast asleep, his breaths soft but deep. He looked so calm and relaxed, it felt like a shame to wake him. I realized this was probably how he felt about waking me up the night before. With gentle fingers, I traced along the curve of his jaw. His skin was soft, but a little stubbly here and there. A smile flickered on his lips, but he didn't stir. "Ryder," I whispered softly, my fingers tracing over his lips now. He smiled again, shifting a little this time as if trying to get comfortable. "We need to get up," I whispered, my touch returning to his jawline. "No..." he groaned miserably, wrapping his arms around me more tightly and snuggling into me. "I nee

He set his tools down and peeled off his gloves, heading over to the lightbox with the X-ray mounted on it. His eyes scanned over the image thoughtfully and carefully before he looked at me. "It looks perfect. The bones align well and the break appears to have healed. I assume the pain you experienced yesterday may have been muscular," he suggested. "You said it's subsided now though, is that correct?" he asked, seeking clarity. "Yeah, it's fine today. No complaints at all," I went on, flexing my fingers in the cast. "Well then, if you're ready, I'd be happy to remove the cast for you," he replied with the tiniest hint of a smile. I smiled in return and nodded, "I'd love that," I replied. The removal went well. There were no hiccups and Ryder stood beside me the entire time, which was an immense comfort. When we left Dr Kelly's office, I noted that Mary was nowhere to be seen. Can't say it broke my heart or anything like that. As we made our way to the coffee shop next door, Ryd

"What do you mean?" Ryder asked curiously."I mean, I had a dream about you, and I saw these tattoos, well, at least the placement of them. I was really mad at you in the dream and I wasn't really paying much attention to anything but how angry I was," I explained, my gaze still firmly planted on the gargoyle as if it were taunting my sanity."You had a dream about me?" Ryder asked, completely glossing over the part about me having been angry with him and the fact that I was having dreams that turned out to be premonitions."Don't be silly now. I'm being serious," I scolded him."What kind of dream? Was it, like, a sexy dream?" he asked, ignoring my plea."I'm serious, Ryder. Something feels weird about this," I pressed, feeling like he was treating this like it was trivial."Relax," he brushed me off. "Maybe you saw it in a photograph or maybe it was a lucky guess. It's not like I'm the only person on the planet to have this particular tattoo placement. You're reading into it too muc

He led me back to the house in silence, as the rain came down endlessly. We stopped briefly to get our clothes. I don't remember dressing, but when I arrived at the house, I was wearing everything I'd come in, save for my shoes and socks. Ryder ushered me down the hallway towards his room, opening the door for me then leading me into the bathroom. He turned the water on while I shivered relentlessly, then helped me undress and gently urged me beneath the spray of hot water. "I'll be right back. Will you be okay?" he asked. "Yeah," I replied flatly. Slowly, the warmth of the water began to permeate my skin, defrosting me more and more the longer I stood beneath the cascading stream. Gradually, my dark mood began to lift slightly as my body fought off the icy chill of the rain. "All okay?" Ryder's voice echoed through the steamy air. "All okay," I confirmed with a nod, even though he probably couldn't see me through the frosted glass door. I stood there for a long time, allowing

I regretted the words almost immediately. It was too soon to say shit like that. I was going to freak him out and I wasn't even sure I meant them.He looked taken aback, surprised by the revelation. Panic surged through me and I felt like I'd fucked everything up again.His look softened and he kissed me again before resting his head on my chest. I held him there, wondering what to do. Should I apologize? Should I pretend it never happened? Should we talk about it?The silence stretched on and I realized the same thoughts were probably running through his head. I wanted to die of embarrassment. He hadn't said it back, which was almost as bad as the fact that I had said it at all.My fingers absentmindedly wound their way through his hair, despite my humiliating slip-up. It was as if I was determined to provide him with unsolicited affection, but I couldn't stop myself.He sighed and looked up at me, his chin resting on my chest now."You still hungry?" he asked, presumably trying to c