Taming the Beast

Chapter 19 (Caroline)

(Caroline's POV)

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was my pounding head. It hurt like hell. I grumbled and opened

one eye at a time to adjust to the sudden brightness coming in through my window. I sighed in relief

when my eyes landed on a bottle of painkillers and water on my nightstand. I cautiously sat up and held

my head for a second before I took them gratefully. God bless whoever put this here. Wait, how did I

get home last night? The last thing I remember was dancing with this random guy. He handed me a

drink and...

Oh no.

I checked my body and moved my hips slightly to see if I was sore. I sighed in relief. So I guess nothing

terrible happened last night. So what did happen? After the painkillers numbed my headache, I threw

the covers off of me to see that I was in my pajamas. Mariana and Stacy must have brought me home

last night. I walked to the bathroom across the hall just as it was opening. My eyes widened at who was

on the other side, standing with a towel wrapped around his waist. I only gaped at him. Keegan had a Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

nice, no, great,no, godly body. I could tell that much even with a shirt on. His chest was deeply defined

with sharp cuts outlining his incredible muscles. He had a freaking 8-pack. His sides rippled like a

house made of bricks all the way to the boarder of his abs. He had a deep v-line that disappeared into

the towel. His arms were ripped also with his veins raising the skin over them. He didn't have hair on

his stomach or chest at all. He was Adonis in the flesh. My cheeks turned bright red as I realized that

he just watched me check him out.

"I-I... what are you doing in my house?" I asked him confused. He only shrugged and walked into the

guest room. I followed him. He was facing the bed with his hand on the towel. His back was to me.

"I was just about to drop my towel you know," he said without turning around. His back was just as

muscular and defined as the front of him. I let out a quick breath and turned so that my back was to

him. I covered my eyes with my hands.

"Go ahead... I'm not looking," I said. I heard the soft putter of the towel hitting the ground before I heard

him moving.

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked again. He chuckled. I felt his hand on my hip as the other

ran over my stomach. I gasped and uncovered my eyes. My arms dropped to my sides as my eyes

shot open. I shuddered and flinched away from him slightly as he touched my scar. His arm slipped

around my waist and I felt his hard bare chest against my back. I relaxed into him. I couldn't help it. His

breath was right at the base of my neck and I stifled a moan. Even just touching me was a major turn

on.

"Your brother invited me to stay after I brought you home last night," he said softly near my ear. My

eyes shot open but I didn't move. I didn't want to.

"You brought me home last night?" I squeaked. He nodded before resting his head on my shoulder. I

sighed and closed my eyes. "What the hell happened last night? I barely remember anything. I know

that my drink was spiked, but nothing happened. Did you... did you stop him?" I asked softly. His grip

tightened around me. He hesitated before he nodded slowly. We were both silent for a moment as he

just held me. His arms were secure and protective around my waist and over my shoulders. My hands

came up and held onto the forearm of his arm that was going across my chest.