Chapter 80: Wet
By the time Rhys and Beatrix got home, it was raining heavily.
Beatrix groaned; she knew it was going to be hard for her to get to the front door. She was drunk and could barely stand on her feet.
She held onto the car door as she stumbled her way out, balancing herself on the door before she slammed it behind her.
She tried to walk towards the entrance, but she stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. She caught herself by reaching out her arms and managed to avoid falling on her face.
She heard a car door slam, and within seconds she felt Rhys reach down and grasped her around her upper thighs , near her hips as he lifted her off the ground and held her close to his chest.
Beatrix squealed in surprise and relaxed when she realized that Rhys was carrying her bridal style. She flushed and wrapped her hands around his neck for stability.
She peered up, to see Rhys looking down at her , his normally messy hair was becoming damp from the rain, and there were wet strands hanging down in front of his forehead.
Beatrix blinked in a daze as she watched as the drops of water trickled down his breathtaking face, trickling down all of his features that she was obsessed with.
Water droplets ran down his perfectly shaped lips, and he moistened them by rolling them into his mouth with his tongue. Beatrix couldn’t help but feel envious of the raindrops as they touched his lips.
She leaned against his chest with a sigh of contentment as he walked inside the house.
Warmth swirled through her belly at how close they were.