Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father by Caroline Above Story
Chapter 0153

Chapter 0153

“What are you thinking about,” I whisper a few minutes later, when our breathing and our heartrates have returned almost tonormal. Kent has shifted himself to lay at my side, though I’m still on my back, one of his warm arms wrapped around me andpulling me close to his body.

Kent doesn’t say anything for a second, and then he gives a warm little laugh. “Nothing, Fay. I’m thinking about nothing. That’ssort of the point.”

“Is it?” I ask, turning my head fast towards him. Because I — I am thinking about everything. My thoughts are going wild right now— does that mean I did it wrong?

Oh my god.Did I do it wrong?

Kent slowly opens his eyes a little and looks at me, his arm tightening to bring me closer. “Yes, Fay,” he whispers. “It’s supposedto be relaxing. Peaceful.”

“Oh,” I say, slowly, my face confused.

He smiles at me, amused, and I bite my lip a little, unable to help my little smile in return. It’s so rare to see Kent smile — itpleases me to be the one to make him do it, I realize.

“What,” he asks. “You're not feeling relaxed?”“No,” I whisper, my smile broadening. “I feel...kind of crazy.”“What?” he asks, surprised and a little worried. His eyes open fully now. “What —*

“I mean,” I say eagerly, turning my body towards him. “Was it any good? Did I do it right? Did you — did you like it? Was Isupposed to —“

“Fay,” Kent groans, laughing again and closing his eyes, a wider smile on his face now. He takes a deep breath, collecting histhoughts, and then he opens his eyes again to look at me seriously. I note, however, that he still has a little curve at the cornersof his lips. “It was good if you enjoyed it. It’s not really about what I experienced — or it shouldn't be, for you. That’s not what Iwant.”

“But,” I say, hesitant. “I want you to enjoy it.” And as I say it, I realize it's true. I want him to like it. I want him to want to do itagain.

“Fay,” Kent says seriously, reaching out a hand to brush my cheek. “Trust me. I enjoyed it. A lot. You don’t have to worry aboutthat.”

“Okay,” I say softly, smiling to myself as I press myself closer to him, tucking my head beneath his chin. Kent wraps his armstightly around me, running a hand down my spine. I enjoy the little tingle that his touch brings to me as he traces his fingers upand down the length of my back.

We stay there, like that, for a long time. His body keeps me warm as I let my mind wander, as I enjoy the feeling of him holdingme tight. I never thought, really, what it would be like to have someone’s whole body pressed to mine, skin-to-skin. I never knewI'd like it as much as I do.

But as I lay there, feeling and wondering, questions...crop up.

“Kent?” I ask again a few minutes later, hesitant.

He makes a soft noise of acknowledgement deep in his throat, inviting me to continue.

“Why is there a blanket here?”

He turns to me, confused.

“Like,” I say, smiling at him, a little roguish. “Like, did you plan this? Did you put this blanket here just in case —*

He laughs now, a true, real laugh, andI smile to see him do it. “No, Fay,” hesays, his eyes peacefully closed mMagain and his fage,tuendebup te thecevingtirhmocth, but I’m not thatsmooth. It’s probably one of thestable hands — sometimes someonehas to stay with the horses all night,and one of them probably comes uphere for some peace and quiet.”Please read the original content at.

“Oh,” I say, looking around andconsidering the place anew. Aqtyially,

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