The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor) novel Chapter 66

For the first time since helplessly falling for Taylor’s charms, Charlie listened to her Guardian Angel.

No, she did not measure his dick.

The last thing she wanted was to get caught comparing his length against a ruler. That scene would have been truly disastrous.

Instead, Charlie made her presence known. She rested against Taylor’s chest, her arms folded over him as she supported her chin on her hands.

Taylor immediately hummed awake, all while instinctively placing his arm around her. With a faint smile, his eyes fluttered open. “Am I in heaven? Or did an angel fall from the sky and sleep with me?”

A chuckle left Charlie’s lips. She said, “Technically, you came into my bed.”

“I’m hungry,” Charlie said, pouting.

Taylor lightly pinched her cheek, saying, “You are always hungry.”

“It’s eight in the morning,” Charlie said.

“What? Fuck.” He got up while carefully making sure Charlie sat up with him. “I promised Tristan we’d do a morning workout today. Let’s just have a quick breakfast and head to the manor.”

Charlie made a face, worried about Taylor’s mother. When Taylor noticed her hesitation, he said, “Don’t worry. Mom and I talked about you. She felt better after speaking to your dean.”

“Are you sure?” Charlie asked, still hesitant.

Taylor got off the bed and did something most guys probably do when they wake up: he adjusted his member, putting it in place before turning to Charlie. “Yeah, it’s—oh—” He chuckled, referring to his sex. “Sorry. Old habits. It’s the blood rushing down every morning. I grow too big. It’s often out of place when I wake up.”

Charlie, “???”

“But, hey,” Taylor said, gesturing to Charlie. “Regular morning erections mean a healthy nervous system, good blood circulation, and balanced hormone levels. I’m not being inappropriate. I’m just super healthy.”

Guardian Angel and Inner Devil: ‘Oh.’

Charlie rolled her eyes, mumbling, “Too much information.”

Walking out the door, Taylor asked, “Don’t you have brothers?”

“I don’t look at their dicks, Taylor,” Charlie snapped.

“Makes sense,” Taylor said, smirking. “You should only look at mine.”