Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
It’s not until this moment, when I lift my head as I hear him return, that I realize he’s been gone for a while. I furrow my brows and look over at the clock.
I begin to chew my lip as I draw my brows in deeper, feeling bad for getting so lost in my music. Trev comes and drops a kiss on my lips as he searches my face.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get lost all day. Look at the time. I haven’t even bathed and gotten dressed.”
He cups my face and kisses me again. “And you still smell amazing. Relax, it all sounds great. Keep going. No one is going to disturb you.”
“I should at least get up and shower.”
He snickers. “If that’s what you want. Believe me, I’ve seen and smelled worse in morning classes.”
“Seriously?” I laugh.
“Seriously, darlin’. You sit your cute ass right there and write your songs. You’re not offending anyone.”
I smile up at him and think to get up and shower, but before I can make the decision to do so, more lyrics fill my head. Trevor takes the bags he returned with and leaves me to it. Soon, I’m humming to myself, lost all over again.
It isn’t until the house fills with the aroma of something delicious and… cupcakes? At that, I pop my head up and place my guitar down to investigate. Now, Trevor Monroe can cook, but he’s a terrible baker.
The man just doesn’t have the patience for it. If I’m not by his side as we bake those cupcakes, they come out horrible. So when I find him in the kitchen with dirty mixing bowls in the sink as he stares nervously at the oven, I burst into laughter.
“What are you up to, honey?”
He turns to look at me. His cheeks turn red and he gets this sheepish look on his face. It’s so adorable and endearing.
“I’m making dinner and thought I’d make us some of our cupcakes,” he replies.
“You know, staring at the oven isn’t going to bake them any faster,” I tease.
“I was thinking, is all,” he says.
I tilt my head to the side. “Thinking about what?”
He looks at me, holding back a laugh. I groan because I know whatever he says next means he’s goofed up the cupcakes and because I think it’s so darn sweet that he’s doing this, I’m not going to tell him if he has.
“If I put the right measurement of flour and sugar in.”
I burst into more laughter and go to wrap my arms around his waist as he leans over the counter. I press my face against his back and breathe him in as I give his waist a squeeze.
“It’s the thought that counts. Dinner smells delicious, by the way.”
He stands up straight and turns in my embrace. I press my face to his chest and bask in his strength, warm scent, and love. We’re both silent for a moment.
I sigh and snuggle in deeper. “Trev?”
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“Thank you,” I choke out.
I want to tell him what all I’m thanking him for, but my emotions take over and I’m unable to get it out. Instead, I allow him to hold me tight, feeling that somehow, he knows.
We stand like that for a bit before I pull away and go to finally take a shower. During my shower, I can’t keep my mind from replaying this entire trip.
Surprisingly, I don’t see it from a place of sorrow. If you remove the bar fight and my mistake with my father, I can see the healing that has taken place. That block I felt in my music is completely gone.
The hole in my heart doesn’t feel as raw. Oh, I’m not going to say it isn’t there, but it doesn’t feel like I’m going to bleed out all over the place anymore. Instead, I feel like I need to be whole so I can do all the things my sister would want me to do.
“I’m mending, Pook. I promise,” I whisper to myself while in the shower.
In that moment, it feels like the warm water begins to wash all the pain, the hurt, and the void away. I watch the water go down the drain and feel a release come over me.
I don’t know if this will last once I return to Texas, but for now, I feel free. I want to laugh, I want to sing, I want to run barefoot through the grass as the sun beats down on my face.
I step from the shower with another song in my heart. Throwing on a tank top and some shorts, I then make a beeline for my guitar and notebook. Trev comes to take a seat on the floor with a smile on his face as he listens quietly to me work my way through the song.