Give Me Desire (Reason Series) Read Online Free PDF

hospital was why I was alive. I knew that he'd saved me. The surge of devotion and gratitude I felt toward him in that moment was stronger than anything I've ever felt in my entire life.  
    Though I put up a fight about coming here to stay with him, I really didn't mean it. I knew the moment Riley came up behind me that Mikah was right all along: I'm no match for someone like Riley, someone who can easily overpower me. I needed help then, more than what Dr. Alston had been able to provide to me. I needed protection.  
    "He is your guardian, sweet Vivienne. What happens between the two of you now is up to the Fates. Go to him. Be with your angel," she says wistfully, and I feel a shimmer as she departs from my mind.

EIGHT
    My stomach growls as the smell of warm chicken broth fills my nose. I get to my feet and turn toward the door. His back is to me still, but now he is at the breakfast bar with his laptop. I can't see what he's looking at, but the muscles in his neck are strained, tense.  
    I silently pull open the door and step onto the cool hardwood floor. As I pad quietly toward him, I see him stiffen, but he doesn't turn. The oddest of shimmers skates across his back, noticeable only because of the tight t-shirt he is wearing.  
    I say nothing as I come up to stand beside him, placing my hand on his back, right where I saw the shimmer. His breath rushes out of his lungs.  
    "Hi," I say as casually as I can manage, given that I know something he doesn't know.  
    "Hi," he says. His voice is raspy, slightly more so than normal, and the effect on my body is instantaneous. A shiver of anticipation zips across my back. "How did you sleep?"
    I pull my hand away and place it on the of the bar stool.
    "Wonderful, thank you. How about you?"  
    The corners of his lips turn up in a small smile. "Very well. Are you hungry?"  
    I nod, a little too enthusiastically, and he hastily closes the lid on his computer and stands.  
    "Good, the soup should be heated up. It's the same from the other day, is that okay?"  
    "Yes, that soup was delicious."  
    He busies himself in the kitchen, grabbing bowls, silverware and two placemats. As he puts them on the breakfast bar I take the seat in the middle.  
    "What would you like to drink?"  
    "Ice water is fine."  
    He scowls at me as he places the bowls and plates on the placemats.  
    "What?" I say. “I drink water all the time.”  
    "How about some milk?"  
    I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Fine," I say all breathy.  
    His lip twitches at my exasperated tone and he turns to the refrigerator.  
    When he opens it, I see that it is fully stocked with all manner of fruits and veggies, along with milk - which he takes out of the fridge - something that looks like iced tea, and a two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew. I smirk. He closes the door before I can inspect any further.  
    He grabs two glasses and pours us both some milk. I raise an eyebrow.  
    "What?" he says sheepishly.  
    I grin. "Never pictured you as a milk drinker."  
    He smiles. "I'm not, but if I'm forcing you to do it, I can do it, too."  
    I shake a little with silent laughter at his tone.
    He reaches for three potholders sitting on the counter. Placing the biggest one between us, he takes the two smaller ones with him to the stove. He clicks it off, grabs both handles of the pot and brings the soup over to sit between us. Then he tosses the potholders aside and grabs a ladle as he comes around the bar.  
    In a very gentlemanly fashion he serves me first, then fills his own bowl.  
    When he's done, he takes the seat next to me. "How are you feeling?" he asks as I pick up my spoon.  
    I think about his question before answering. "I feel great, just really tired for some strange reason." I bring a spoonful of soup to my mouth, blow on it and take a sip. "Mmm," I moan, swallowing it down. "This is really good."  
    He too takes a bite and nods. We eat in silence for a little while. I drink down all of my milk