Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Okay, Brady.” She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses my neck in the same spot I kissed her the last time. “I won’t be long.” She turns and walks to the door, closing it behind her.
I take a second to look at the ceiling and close my eyes. “This is going to be a long-ass night.”
CHAPTER 18
Harmony
I step into the bathroom, closing the door behind me before turning on the lights. Turning, I gasp out. I don’t know what I expected, but it’s not this. I knew his house would be amazing on the inside. And from the little I’ve seen in the dimmed house, I was right. But this right here, this is what dream bathrooms are made of; the floor is a light gray with a touch of blue. The floor looks modern but then with a touch of age in it. On one side is a long, dark-gray cabinet that takes up the whole wall, with eight big drawers under the pristine, white double-sink counter. Gold-framed mirrors above each sink face an equally big glass shower. The white marble has gray veins all through it, with the silver rain showerhead in the middle of it. But eight jets are on each side right in front of a bench. My eyes are at the end of the room. After an arched entranceway sits a big claw-foot tub right in front of three big white bay windows. The colored stained-glass windows must bring in different colors during the sunlight.
My feet move on their own over to the tub as I see it’s big enough for two people, and if this was any other time and place, I would opt out of taking a shower and soak in this tub. But after the night I’ve had, and knowing he’s out there waiting for me, I quickly walk over to the shower, pulling open the glass door to start the water, trying to settle on a temperature. I turn and put his T-shirt on the counter next to what has to be his sink. A couple of receipts by the sink look like he took them out of his jeans pocket before taking them off. I pull my shirt off and then the bra too, folding them. I see Winston’s fingertip marks on my upper arm. My stomach lurches to my throat as I see the light-purple marks, knowing they will be worse tomorrow. I shake my head. It’s not the first time he’s put his hands on me like that. My other hand comes up to touch the marks, hating him even more than I hated him before, and that’s saying something.
I undress the rest of the way before turning and stepping into the shower. I put my head back as the water falls on my face, mixing with tears, before turning and letting the water wash over my hair. I open my eyes and reach out for the bottle of body wash, opening it and immediately smelling Brady. A sense of peace settles over me, just from his smell. I put a dollop in my palm before washing myself with his scent. I turn off the water before looking around for a towel. I find them in one of the drawers. All white towels, all folded perfectly. I dry off my body before wrapping my hair up in one, and then slipping his shirt over me. It hits me mid-thigh, and I can squeeze in about ten of me. Grabbing my clothes in my hand, I walk over to the door and pull it open. I’m not expecting to find Brady sitting on the bed facing the door, his head down, looking at his hands until he hears me.
Gone are his jeans and his shirt. He’s sitting there in just shorts, his hair wet from a shower. “Hey,” he says when he sees me. The soft light beside his bed is on, and I take in the big four-poster bed. It’s what you would think royalty sleeps in. The covers are a soft white and look like you would be sleeping on a cloud. “Did you find everything?”
I nod, not sure I can say anything. My stomach flutters when he stands, and I take in his big, broad, tanned chest. His abs are perfectly sculpted, and I wonder how soft his skin is. He grabs the clothes from my hand, turns and walks over to the long chest of drawers that match the bed, and places them on top. I have a chance to see his back that also looks like it’s sculpted. If he wasn’t standing right in front of me, I would think I’d created his perfectness in my head. The shorts ride low in the front when he turns back, and I have thoughts of him walking to me naked. I have to look away when I feel my cheeks getting flushed.