You can't wait to have me?

I woke up to the sound of a loud alarm. "Dammit!" Scott cursed under his breath. He moved his hands around to get a hold of the blasted clock. He shut it down and snapped to face me, but I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to still be asleep.

I counted thirty seconds before I peeled my eyes open again. Scott was seated in a swivel chair, backing me and the bed. He was shirtless in our well-lit bedroom, and the light was focused on his flawless skin, so I took the moment to admire my beautiful mate. He was typing frantically on his laptop while he muttered some words I could barely hear. Although he had an office in the building, he still created a mini-office in the room. Scott was a workaholic, and I feared that he didn't even have a proper, healthy rest routine.

The events of before played in my head, and suddenly guilt washed down my emotions. I embarrassed myself, and Scott was mad at me earlier, so I didn't even know if I should face him. I let my emotions get the best of me,