Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219 

Back home, I coaxed Colin into hitting the sack first. 

The guy acted like he’d hit the jackpot, putting on a pitiful face, claiming he had a fever, his hand hurt, his foot hurt, and he needed me to bathe him. 

If he’d just behave, it wouldn’t be such a chore…but no, he had to push his luck. At first, he stripped down himself, and now he had me drenched from head to toe. 

“Caleb Langley called out his full name through gritted teeth, soaked through. 

“Phoebe, your clothes are wet; let’s just shower together, Colin said with an innocent face, earnestly reaching for the buttons on my blouse. 

I slapped his hand away. Taking a deep breath, I kept reminding myself he was my husband. It was my fault, really. I’d spoiled him rotten. 

“Phoebe.” 

My phone rang. To avoid any water damage. I kept it on the ledge inside the bathtub. 

Colin reached to grab it for me, but the moment he saw it was Dexter, his face darkened and his fingers slipped. 

There I was, watching my phone take a dive into the bathtub, struggling for a few seconds 

before it went dead. 

I took a deep breath as rage surged within me. Dexter’s number had been blacklisted before, and I could bet my bottom dollar it was Colin’s doing. 

“Phoebe…I got my wound wet; it hurts so bad. I couldn’t hold on. You’re not mad at me, right?” Colin looked at me with puppy dog eyes, the dark clouds from moments ago gone, replaced by a plea for forgiveness like a naughty child caught red–handed. 

My rising anger was quelled yet again by his good looks. 

“Caleb, this is the third phone you’ve wrecked.” I said through clenched teeth, trying to keep a lid on my anger, “Next time, hands off my phone.” 

His eyes brimmed with tears. “Is a phone more fun than me?” 

I was puzzled. Fun? 

As I reached to salvage my drowned phone, he grabbed my wrist, and before I knew it, I was pulled into the tub, sprawling on top of him. 

My anger truly erupted in that instant, only to be extinguished just as quickly by his physique and good looks. 

He was pale as a ghost with well–defined muscles, water droplets adorning him like a merman fresh from the depths, untouched by the world. 

“Oh well, guess we’re in this together now,” Colin said innocently, a smirk creeping on his lips as he pulled me into his embrace, 

Exasperated, I tried to push him away, but he was too slippery, and I just ended up even closer. Having reached my limit, I bit down hard on his collarbone. 

Colin tensed for a moment, not pushing me away or resisting. 

“Still like biting when you’re mad?” He murmured, and then suddenly flipped us over, pinning me under him in the bathtub. 

Water washed over my head, and I instinctively held my breath, only to have him kiss me. Suddenly, it hit me this guy was definitely no fool. 

Who taught him these tricks? He seemed so innocent, like he didn’t know anything, but every time, he could turn up the heat until I was blushing and breathless.