A Wave We Go Bed Head Novels & Stories

I asked Wave feeling my hope climb. “I can't say yet, he's driving and he can't text at the same time, he'll have to come over and we'll confirm it." I was quiet, I didn't have anything to say. Wave pulled and arm chair and he sat in front of my bed. “I'm sorry." “What are you apologizing for?." Wave asked me stretching out his hand to hold mine. “For being so stupid, for having sex with Robert." Wave's grip on my had tightened and his eyes became soft

When he saw me stick my head out, he waved and mouthed, Go to sleep. I ducked back in and pulled the curtains shut.

"Because once I have you in there..." "I'm sure." She tugged him inside. "But your head—" He kicked the door shut behind them. "The doctors cleared me. No permanent damage." Keira reached for the light switch, but his hand caught her wrist. "Leave it off," he said, his voice dropping lower. "I want to feel you in the dark. Like in the warehouse, but this time in your bed. This time without worry what tomorrow might bring. I'm going to take my time. I hope you don't plan on sleeping tonight."

"I think it was the same here. I didn't dream either. It is probably because of the wave sound. I hear it is good for sleep." Yes. We were on the beach within Carlo's territory, and it was actually our second day. Yesterday, we spent all day with Carlo, his Luna, and their pups. But today, it was going to be our day. I would enjoy the beach with only my family. Carla, Cherry, Zach, and me. We usually went in one set with my Beta and Gamma's pups as well. But not for this occasion. "It's so nice to be here, Zurin. I love the wave sound, the wind, and the sea scent."

I stared at his abs. “Like what you see?” he smirked. I throw a shirt on him. “Put on a shirt, Wave. Aren’t you gonna come with me?” I asked. “Nope, little kitten. I’m gonna be preparing everything, your job for today is to get there, gather information, and show your charms to be a waitress.” Wave said, popping popcorn in his mouth. “Where did you get that popcorn?” “While you were sleeping, babe.” I rolled my eyes at the term babe. I tolerate the word little kitten but I hate the word babe. That sounds disgusting.

explained Clara. “yeah, I slept quite well, I had a lot of vomiting, and now having a light headache, feeling fine” answered Stella trying not to mention anything regarding that happening. Stella reached home around 2, O clock. She went into her room and started thinking about that what she should do next. Just then her mother called her to have lunch with her. She sat on the chair next to her mother and started to eat, while her mother turned on the TV. As stella looked at the news, she felt that she may faint at the very moment.

Ronan asked worriedly. "Yeah, I'm fine." I gave a tiny nod. He helped me sit upright on the bed. "Ouch!" I winced as I held my aching head. Mr. Ronan looked at me worriedly. I took the ice pack from him and placed it on my bump by myself. "I'm fine now, I'll go back to class." I told him and got up from the bed. But Mr Ronan suddenly pulled my hand and I ended up falling on him. Actually, I fell sitting on his thigh.

Finn, the apparent leader of this abduction, leaned down over her, his eyes gleaming in the light of the fire. “There’s no one to hear you scream, and if you utter a sound, I’ll rattle your jaw.” She nodded her understanding and crawled to an upright position. He nudged her backside with his boot and chuckled when she whirled around in outrage. “There’s a blanket by the fire. Get on it and get some sleep. We leave at first light.”

Standing on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, I attempted to assert dominance, as if I could somehow intimidate him with my height. But Burgess didn't seem fazed by my display of defiance. Instead, he casually wiped my wet hair with a towel, his voice calm and deliberate. "Since it has happened, running away isn't an option," he suggested, almost casually. "How about this? Our bodies fit well anyway, so I think we can maintain this relationship in the future."

“Let go, Smarty. I've got you.” The pressure built—coiling tight in my belly—until it snapped. I came with a choked cry, waves crashing over me, my thighs trembling around his head. “Ethan! Oh god... yes... I'm…” He worked me through it, groaning like he was the one getting off, his free hand holding my hip steady. “Yes... that's it... so fucking hot…” I was still panting, aftershocks rippling through me, when a knock on my door shattered the haze.