Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

But Lord knew I was never coming back to that house of horrors after
that.
The door opened and Maddox came in with a steaming cup of coffee and
a brown bag that smelled like heaven.
“Good morning.” He set both items on the nightstand and nodded at me.
I felt my cheeks heat up, remembering last night’s events. When he
touched me like I was the most delicate flower on earth. I remembered the
warmth of his fingers against my skin, his delicious scent invading my
nostrils. I remembered the heat emanating from his body and seeping into
mine. I never considered myself to be starving for proximity I was but
yesterday had me questioning myself.
I tightened the belt on my robe and cleared my throat.
“Morning.”
“How did you sleep?” His eyes roamed my face, like he was trying to
answer his own question by assessing me.
“Pretty good actually,” I shrugged, “What about you? Did you manage to
get some sleep at all?”
He left a bit after the whole “we’re friends” moment, when I told him I
accepted his offer and would move in with him if court granted him custody
of Valentina.
I still couldn't believe he was willing to go as far as sharing his space
with us to help me and my sister stay together. I knew Maddox Brooks was a
good guy, he’s got that whole hero, I-come-from-a-rich-family-who-lovesto-help-others
kinda vibe going on, but I didn’t actually think he valued me
that much.
“Yeah. I stayed in the room next to yours actually, got a good three hours
of sleep in.” He pointed to the brown bag and styrofoam cup on the