Chapter 0183

The noise runs through me like a gun being shot off in the room and I’m suddenly, instantly, gaspingly awake, looking around for

whatever horrible apocalyptic thing is shrieking for us to run, to hide, to flee —

But then, almost in the next instant, I realize that it’s just that fucking alarm clock —

Kent groans beneath me, hardly moving at all, apparently used to it. He opens his eyes, though, which I smack him hard in the

chest.

“Ooof,” he says, frowning at me and rubbing his pectoral where I hit him. “What the hell was that for?”

“Turn that thing off!” I shriek, pointing to the alarm clock. “Before I have a heart attack!”

Kent just laughs and rolls over towards the clock, grabbing it off the nightstand and pressing the button on top. It instantly goes

silent and Kent drops it on the bed before he turns back to me.

“Told you it would wake the dead.”

“It woke me!” I growl, hitting him again, which just makes him laugh more. “And I almost died from fright!”

“Why is it,” Kent asks, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me back down to the sheets, twisting so that he pins me there with

his body on top of mine, “that you can stand up to me without a second thought, but a little alarm clock you say is nearly the

death of you?”

“Because,” I growl, wiggling against him, pretending I want to get away when really...well, actually, it feels rather nice to be

pinned under Kent's fit body, getting to feel the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. “I can’t seduce the clock into doing

what I want.”

“Is that what you did,” Kent murmurs, dropping his head and kissing the space between my collar bones and then shifting his

body to drop another kiss lower, and then another kiss lower. “And here I thought that I was the seducer.”

“What did you have to gain,” I murmur, smiling as I watch him and sinking my fingers deep into his hair. “I got a horse and a

knee-shattering orgasm and a whole closet full of clothes. What did you get?”

Kent looks up at me and smirks before flicking his eyes lower on my body. Taking his meaning - that my body is his now, and his

alone — I laugh, wiggling so that I’m down next to him, our faces aligned.

“Kent,” I say, putting my hand on his cheek, working hard to hold back the full extent of my sly smile as I ask the question that’s

been burning in me for hours. “Why are all of the clothes in the closet my size?”

“Are they?” he asks, pretending to look at the closet and consider it. “And here I was, thinking they'd fit me...”

I laugh and smack him on my shoulder. “The women’s clothes, Kent. I thought they'd be Fiona’s leftovers. But they're...”

Kent's mouth lifts in a little smile at me, as if he’s pleased I noticed but a little chagrined that I’m inquiring. I think he’d prefer it,

honestly, if I just accepted his little gifts and stopped asking what they meant.

“I had it stocked,” Kent murmurs, leaning forward to rest his forehead against mine, “weeks ago.”

“Weeks ago?” I gasp, shocked. I had assumed he'd had it done yesterday, at best —

Slowly, Kent nods, closing his eyes and letting me put the pieces together.

“So, you knew,” I say quietly as he pulls away to look at me. “You knew you'd get me in your bed at some point.”

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