Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“You’re a pig,” I comment and kick the blanket off me.
“No morning kiss?” He taps his chin with his finger.
My mouth falls open, “You’re clearly still delirious. Take your medicine.” I throw the boxes at him and gather up the damp and dry towels that I folded and placed on the floor last night.
“I’m only playing,” he starts to cough and falls back onto the bed.
“Where do you keep the bed sheets for this room?”
“In there,” he points to the door behind me, his eyes narrow, “Why?”
“So I can change these and wash them, they’re damp and soaking in your own illness won’t help you get any better.”
“Thank you,” he rolls onto his front and pulls the blanket over his head.
“Aren’t you going to have a warm bath or something?” I tap my foot impatiently and place the towels by the door.
“No.”
“Why?”
“It hasn’t gone to sleep yet,” he mutters so I can barely hear him.
My lips pinch together but it’s not enough, a giggle bubbles up from my chest and spills forth. I rip the blanket from his body, revealing his tight black boxers that fit his frame oh so well.
“It’s cold.”
Ignoring him I set to work stripping the sheet from the blanket. He grumbles to himself and pulls his body into a sitting position on the side of the bed. “I’m going to have a shower.” On shaking legs he stands, his back to me. I take this moment to strip the sheet from the bed, rather than stare at his back.
Stop it, Gwen. Stop it!
Then he turns. “Holy…” I cover my eyes and turn, ignore his laugh as he walks towards the door which I now know is the bathroom.
“I did warn you.”
I peek between my eyes when I hear the door close, he’s still there. Tented boxers and all. Christ he’s big… I mean… look away damn it! “Get out,” I squeal and turn around.
I can’t see it but I know it’s there, a smug smile is definitely on his face. Arsehole. What’s he playing at?
I quickly remake his bed and grab the towels and sheets before exiting his room.
As soon as I have them in the washing machine I make soup. He needs it and I enjoy soup so it’s all good. Although it’ll probably take a while. I’m sure he’ll be okay for the next hour or so.
Should I check on him? What if he fell in the shower?
No. I’ll leave him to rest before bothering him again.
The chicken simmers in the pot of water, almost ready to eat, as the bread warms and rises in the oven, filling the house with a delicious scent that makes your mouth water. Jeanine arrived not long after I began cooking, I didn’t realise how early it was. She took over the soup for a moment whilst I had a shower and got dressed. No need to walk around in my pyjamas all day, smelling of Nathan’s sweat.
Not that his sweat stinks or anything, just that… well… it’s Nathan.
I serve the soup into two bowls as the bread cools and place them both on a tray with two glasses of water and a bottle of cough medicine for the man upstairs. Jeanine cleans around me as I cut the bread and place the slices on the tray. I also grab a table cloth and go on my merry way.
My cheeks heat as soon as I step into the room, he’s half asleep on his front, looking pale and weak. “Nathan?” I whisper into the silence and place the tray on the small table beside him.
“Yeah?” He sits up and glances at the silver tray. “Soup? What am I, a child?”
“I’m still debating,” I mutter and fluff the pillows behind his back, which he frowns at.
“I can do that myself.”
Sigh. “You shouldn’t be doing much of anything.”
“Which I wouldn’t be if you’d leave me alone.”
Touché. “Okay grumpy, just eat and I’ll leave you alone.”
I open the table cloth and fan it out over the bedding, Nathan smoothes it down with his hands. Climbing in beside him, I reach over and carefully pick up the tray before placing it on his lap. I take my own bowl and immediately soak a corner of the bread in it.
Nathan grimaces as he swallows the first bite, “I wish I could taste it.”
“It’s fabulous,” I brag with a smile. “And full of protein and vitamins.”
“Is there any left?”
“Yes, plenty.”
He nods, “Freeze some, so I can try it when my tongue isn’t as thick as a foot and as dry as sand.”
“Sure,” it really does taste good. “Is there anything you need me to do whilst you’re out of commission?”
He thinks on it for a moment, swallowing the food in his mouth so his long, corded neck bobs; causing my eyes to zoom in on that area. My mouth has just gone dry. “No, but thank you for offering, Guinevere.”