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The Wild Virgin (HER POV) chapter 50
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee was a flimsy, civilian excuse for the chaos brewing inside me. Seven in the morning was tolerable, I guess, but my mind was stuck at three a.m., when Claire’s apologetic knock had jolted me awake.“Your billionaire and handsome husband passed out,” she’d deadpanned.A soft, secret giggle still bubbled up in my chest. Passed out. That was Ram, predictable, utterly gorgeous, and always over the top.His half-lidded, heavy eyes finally flickered open, dragging me back to the present. “Why?” he mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep.I shook my head, smiling in that easy, practiced way that hid the electric storm he always stirred inside me. “Still sleepy? Go back to bed. Claire, Andrew, and I can just go to the mall without you.”That did it. Ram’s eyes snapped fully open, that devastating, dark gaze locking onto mine with lazy authority. He took a long, assessing moment before shaking his head, the faintest pout tugging at his lips, boyish, but his tone was
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 49
When I woke the next morning, the first thing I felt wasn’t the sunlight slipping past the curtains or the gentle hum of the countryside outside, it was warmth. The tender, unhurried kind that seeps through your skin and anchors you in a place between dreaming and waking.Soft kisses grazed my cheek, then my jaw, then trailed lower, skimming across my neck and shoulder in a rhythm that made me shiver despite the morning heat. I let out a quiet hum before I even opened my eyes. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. That steady breath against my skin, the faint tickle of stubble, the scent of soap and something purely him, only Ram could make waking up feel like falling into a dream I never wanted to end.A smile tugged at my lips. “Good morning,” I murmured, my voice rough from sleep as I blinked up at him. He was watching me, his hair a soft mess, his eyes still heavy with drowsiness. For a moment, the whole world seemed to still around us, just me, him, and the quiet heartbeat of
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 48
I caught myself furrowing my brows for what must’ve been the hundredth time that night, because there he was again, Ram Jordan, sitting at the edge of my bed like he owned it, watching me brush my hair as if every stroke of the bristles fascinated him.The lamp behind him threw an amber haze across his face, outlining the sharp cut of his jaw, the shadowed hollow of his throat, the faint smirk that always looked like he knew something I didn’t. The light caught in his eyes, dark, steady, unblinking, and it made something low in my chest twist.The only sound in the room was the soft drag of the brush through my hair. It should’ve felt ordinary, but under his gaze, even that felt... intimate. My fingers faltered once, twice. When I dared a glance at his reflection, he didn’t look away. He never did.There was a question in the air, unspoken, dangerous, hovering right there between breath and heartbeat. He leaned back slightly, one hand braced on the mattress, and the shift of his weigh
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 47
I asked to be dropped off at my family’s old house in Asheville. The ride felt endless, every kilometer stretching like a thread pulling me farther from the city I had just fled, from the man whose face I couldn’t stop seeing no matter how hard I tried. Rain misted against the car windows, blurring the world outside into watercolor streaks of gray and green.When we finally turned into the narrow street that led to the house, my chest tightened. The place stood quietly at the end of the lane, its walls kissed by creeping vines and memories I thought I’d long outgrown. I told Roberto to go straight back to the city and not to tell Ram where I was. My tone carried a quiet finality that even he dared not challenge. He hesitated, concern flickering across his lined face, but after a moment he nodded, tipped his hat, and drove away.For a long time, I simply stood there. The silence of the house wrapped around me like an old shawl, comforting and heavy at once. The air smelled faintly of r
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 46
Life with Ram Jordan had been getting better and better each day, sometimes, it felt like I was living inside a dream I never wanted to wake up from. The kind of dream that wrapped itself around me, warm, fragile, and impossibly perfect. Everything had fallen into place, as though the universe had finally decided to make up for every ache and every tear I’d ever shed before.And Ram, he was the reason behind it all.He never let a single morning pass without reminding me of how much he adored me, both in words and in the quiet, unspoken ways that made my heart feel too full for my chest. There were mornings when I’d wake to find his hand tracing gentle patterns on my stomach, whispering to the tiny life growing inside me as if our child could already hear him. Other days, he’d leave for work after pressing a kiss to my forehead that lingered longer than it should, as though he couldn’t quite bring himself to go.Every touch, every kiss, every stolen glance before he walked out the doo
The Wild Virgin (HER POV) Chapter 45
I woke up earlier than usual, my heart light and restless with excitement. The room was still dipped in the soft gray of dawn, that delicate hour when the world feels like it’s still half-dreaming, but my pulse was already awake beneath my skin.Today would be the first time Ram would be coming with me to my check-up, and somehow, that small, ordinary thing made my pulse skip, a quiet thrill coursing through my chest.It was ridiculous, really, the way my joy could swell over something so ordinary. But that was the thing about Ram, he had this way of turning the simplest days into small, shimmering miracles.By six, the kitchen had come alive, bathed in the scent of butter, sugar, and vanilla. Sunlight streamed through the window in lazy ribbons, catching in the fine dusting of flour that hung in the air. Two dishes cooled by the sill, and I was lost somewhere between my second and third batch of cupcakes, unplanned, unnecessary, yet utterly unstoppable.The whisk moved in hypnotic ci
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