Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Was it someone from home?” I didn’t even know where home was, but I figured I could at least start with the basics. Unfortunately, she didn’t answer me, just stared out of the front windshield as we came closer to the cabin once more. We got out, and she followed me into the cabin, closely tagged by Bucky, who lingered next to her with his head under her hand. I led her to the room at the end of the hallway without another word and opened it for her, revealing the big, comfortable bed that was still made with the blue-and-green patchwork quilt my uncle had never bothered to replace. I’d changed the sheets since he’d passed away, of course, but I hadn’t made any other changes to the room.
“There are towels in the closet if you want to take a shower. Feel free to use the bathroom whenever you want. I have a spare toothbrush under the sink. Make yourself comfortable,” I said, standing there awkwardly as she walked into the room, looking around at her surroundings.
She looked completely drawn and exhausted, and my heart hurt for her. Nodding at her quickly, I backed out, catching sight of her sitting on the bed as I shut the door.
I walked to my own room, thinking about how I would best be able to help her. She was clearly afraid and exhausted, so the two most obvious things that she could use were rest and a safe place to sleep. I knew that at the very least, those were two things that I could give her.
Back in my room, I closed the door and flopped onto my bed, figuring I could probably use some rest too. It had been a long couple of days, and I was feeling the strain of these sleepless nights.
I lay there for a while before remembering I could probably benefit from a shower too. Bucky and I had gone for a long walk this morning before starting to play in the front yard, and I wasn’t feeling great after accruing all of the dirt and sweat for the day. I got up with a groan, grabbing a towel from my own closet and heading over to the bathroom.
Not thinking about the possibilities, I opened the door as if I were in a daze, blinking in surprise as I took in the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom. It wasn’t until I blinked a couple more times and met the startled blue eyes inside that I was able to really take in the scene in front of me.
She’d taken me at my word when I’d suggested that she should take a shower, and I’d been the idiot who had forgotten everything that had happened that day.
Her skin was just as perfect as I thought that it would be, a sheer expanse of opalescence that stretched over her rich, luscious curves. Her red hair was down, and it was long enough to skim the top of her perfect ass. Just as she turned toward me, I caught a glimpse of one of her gorgeous tits and instantly felt all of the blood rush out of my head.
“I—I’m sorry. I didn’t—I forgot.” I backed out of the door of the bathroom and shut the door quickly behind me.
Well, what a way to make a vulnerable woman feel safe, I thought to myself, turning and hitting my head against the world. Amazing. Not even an hour in my home, and I was already fucking up.
I went to the kitchen and started pulling out the ingredients for the dinner I’d planned on. I put the eggplants, tomatoes, and zucchini in the sink, starting to wash all of them before pulling them back out and starting to slice them. I settled into the rhythm of cooking the familiar dish, letting myself smell the herbs and remember everything that making this particular food had prompted in my heart. By the time I slid the dish into the oven, I was a lot more settled than I had been.
But unfortunately, I was still seeing her beautiful, naked body every time I closed my eyes.
“Um… hi.”
I turned around, and I’d never been more thankful for the kitchen island than I was in that second when it stood at the perfect height to hide the raging erection that was resurrected just at the sound of her voice.
Her ivory skin was now flushed a gorgeous, dusky red, and I couldn’t tell whether it was from embarrassment or from the heat of her shower. It was probably both, and I felt even shittier than I had when I’d first walked in on her. The usual smell of her skin was magnified by the smell of my shampoo on her long, damp hair, and I was seized by a sudden desire to bury my hands in her mane and let my fingers get shackled in it.