Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Rose, I’m so close,” I gasped, slipping my hand between our bodies and finding her clit. It only took a few rubs with my thumb, and her insides were squeezing out my own orgasm.
Pressing my mouth to hers, we moaned into each other. My orgasm left me barely able to stand. Rose sagged against my body, her breathing hard and fast.
“One of these days we’re going to get caught.”
I laughed. “Let’s just hope it’s not by your father. I’m not sure he’d believe another peeing in the woods story from me.”
With a giggle, Rose kissed me. “We should get dressed and eat lunch.”
Pretending to pout, I pulled out of her and found something to clean us both up. As I helped Rose slip back into her panties and sweats, we simply smiled at one another. I had honestly never dreamed I could be so damn happy.
We sat down and ate lunch and talked about everything from the house and how quickly things were moving, to her telling her parents about her new plans. I knew Kaylee and Ty would support Rose no matter what she decided. And seeing the glow of excitement in her eyes when she told them, I knew they’d be so happy that she’d decided on a career she would be passionate about.
As I watched Rose get back to work on her painting, I couldn’t help but picture her in a classroom with a bunch of little kids. She was so good with her little second cousins, Blakley, Ryder, and Rhett. So I knew she’d be fantastic as an educator.
I got back to my book and was lost in the story when Rose declared, “It’s done.”
When I glanced up, my breath caught in my throat. The painting was one of the best ones I’d seen Rose do. Not that she had painted a whole lot, but she had let me see some of the paintings she’d completed when she was younger.
The painting before me had me transfixed. If I hadn’t been standing in the spot she had painted, I would feel like I was there. I was by no means an expert at paintings, but the way Rose used light and shadow as depth was amazing. My eyes went to the river, then back to the painting. The way the creek meandered through the hills and over the large boulders in the painting matched the view in front of me. Rose had added a bit more water since the creek only had a small amount. Her imagination and use of the colors were beyond beautiful.
“Rose,” I whispered as I stood. “That is…it’s…it’s beautiful.”
Chewing on her thumbnail, she studied the painting. I could see she was giving it a critical eye, most likely about to make changes or say she’d start another one next time. When I looked at it, it was perfect. Then she said the one thing I hadn’t expected her to say.
“This is the one. I think this is the one.”
It was like the world had stopped moving. I stopped breathing and waited for her to keep talking. When she didn’t, I asked, “The one for what?”
Glancing over, she said, “Jax has been asking me to display something in the art gallery down on Main Street. I think this is the one.”
I wanted to jump around like a little kid and scream out in joy. “You’re going to put it in the art gallery? Rose, I think that’s a great idea.”
Smiling, she put her hands up to her mouth and let out a bubble of nervous laughter. “Am I really going to do this?”
Reaching for her hand, I pulled her to me. “I’m fighting the urge to tell you to keep it for the house.”
“My house?”
I had just told Rose to take a leap, so I was going to follow my own advice and do the same. “I was sort of hoping you’d move into my house with me. After all, you will have your own art room above the garage.”
Her brows drew down in confusion. “There isn’t a room above the garage.”
“There will be.”
Rose narrowed her eyes at me and smiled. “What did you do, Bryson?”
“I only want to make you as happy as you’ve made me, sweetheart. You don’t have to decide now, but think about it, okay?”
She nodded and gifted me with a stunning smile.
“Now, back to the painting. Are you going to tell anyone you’re going to sell it?”
Putting her attention back on the painting, Rose nodded. “Lily for sure. She’s been trying to get me to paint for a while now, and I do owe her credit for at least getting me to start sketching again. Kipton for certain. We tell each other everything. I’ll tell my parents as well, but other than that”—she looked back at me—“I’d like to keep it between us.”