Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“There is so much I don’t know about you.”
I look away from him and think that none of it is worth telling. “There’s not much, to be honest. I live with my brother and I worked at the movie theater. Although after two no-show shifts, I’m guessing I’m fired now.”
“Movie theater?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Don’t knock it. I got all the free popcorn I wanted with control of how much butter I could put on it.”
“I see your point,” he chuckles. “I’ve told you about my parents, why don’t you tell me about yours?” I tense, and he touches my chin so I have to look back up at him. “That’s fine. We’ll get there.”
He leans in and kisses one cheek and then the other before his mouth is on mine. It’s a kiss so tender and sweet it makes me want to cry. So many emotions overwhelm me at once, and I let out a sigh when his mouth releases mine. Yeah, I’m getting attached. How can I not when he kisses me as if I’m the most important and precious thing in the world?
“How about I make you dinner?”
I nod, liking the sound of that. I don’t know what it is about his cabin, but it puts me at ease. Thinking about my parents makes me want to go rushing back there.
“Okay.” I hate talking about my family. I really wish some things would stay in the past. Angus stares at me for a long moment, and I can tell he wants to say more.
“Hop on.” He turns around for me, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
“I don’t know how you do this,” I laugh as he starts to make his way back toward the cabin. I brush my nose along his neck and breathe him in.
“Have you ever had breakfast for dinner?” he asks.
“No, but that sounds pretty amazing. Breakfast is the best meal of the day if you ask me.”
“Then you’re in for a treat. I make killer pancakes.” I rest my head on his back as he keeps walking. “You falling asleep on me?”
“No. I enjoy lying on you.” I’m starting to think I’m starved for human contact. Before Angus I couldn't tell you the last time I even hugged another person. I’d never thought about it until now.
“Feel free to lie on me whenever you want.” He jogs up the stairs like I weigh nothing, then he puts me down and I slide off his body. “We’ll see about getting you some shoes.”
Is he implying I'll be back? I’m not going to touch that one right now. I know it’s too soon for such promises. Not to mention my life is a bit of a mess right now, so I change the subject.
“I bet this place is even better in the winter. You could get trapped out here for a few weeks.” I let out a long sigh because it sounds like heaven.
“I think it would be a lot better if I had someone to get trapped with.” He snags my hand as we walk inside.
“I still can’t believe your brother doesn't love this place.”
“I think he’s finally found someone to settle down with. He’s a divorce lawyer who works like crazy.”
“That’s gotta be hard.”
“You keep looking at the fireplace. You want me to light it?”
“Yes, I love the sound of them.”
“All you have to do is open that pretty mouth and ask. There’s not much I won’t do for you.” He brushes his mouth against mine, and I grab his shirt to keep him close and deepen the kiss. His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him, holding on tight until we are both gasping for air.
“Are all kisses like that?” I’m kind of only asking myself as I reach up and touch my mouth. My lips are tingling.
“No, I can promise you they’re not all like that.”
He steps back, and I watch as he adjusts the front of his pants before heading over to the fireplace. It makes me hot to think this is something different for him too.
I don’t know why, but from the moment my eyes locked with his, I felt safe. Safe enough to take things further when I danced for him. Safe enough to get in his car in the middle of the night and drive to the edge of nowhere. The list goes on and on, and I know I should trust him with other things, but I don’t want him to look at me differently.
Angus throws a match, and the fire comes to life. I sit and watch it for a few moments as he starts on dinner.
“Do you think your brother will get married, or is he jaded?”