Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Smelling the coffee, I turn and look at the doorway seeing him come back in, holding a cup of coffee in each hand. He’s wearing shorts and his hair is pushed back, but it falls forward. His chest is perfection, as always, his scruff makes you want to nuzzle in it, and his lips, let’s not talk about how perfect they are. Actually, everything about him is perfect in every sense of the word. He’s also the last person I would even think about crossing that line with, no matter how much we joke about it. “Oh, coffee in bed.” I put on a brave face, sitting up in the bed and holding out my hands for one of the mugs. He hands me one and I grab it in both hands, bringing it to my lips and smelling it before I take the first sip. “Thank you.” I look over at him as he sits in the bed with his back against the headboard. “For everything.” I avoid looking at him, instead watching my hand and the coffee cup.
“How are you feeling?” he asks and I shrug my shoulders. “Julia,” he says softly and I blink away the tears that are stinging my eyes.
“I never expected to ever wake up in your bed.” I look at him now, putting on the fakest smile I can give him. He just looks at me. “Last night,” I start to say and my voice trembles and I take a deep breath.
“We don’t have to talk about it. We can forget it.”
“Oh, we are going to forget it all right,” I agree, taking a sip of coffee. “But just for the next two minutes we are going to discuss it and then…”
“Then we will pretend it never happened,” he finishes and I look over at him as he brings his cup to his mouth. The hands that rocked me side to side while I wailed, the same hands that dried me off and dressed me. The same hands that picked me up and carried me to bed, tucking me in.
“I am not usually that bad,” I start, but then he puts his hand on my leg and I look up at him.
“We don’t even have to talk about it, nothing happened.”
“Well, you finally saw me naked,” I joke with him, swallowing the lump that is forming in my throat, because instead of making me talk about it and making me feel all vulnerable, he is changing the subject.
“I’ve seen you naked before,” he declares and my eyebrows pinch together. “The first time we were on vacation with the family. We left the bar and I was trying to put the moves on you, but instead, you decided it would be better to strip on the beach in front of my parents’ villa.” I open my mouth in shock now. “And then you said, ‘Surprise, Shorty’ while you ran into the water.”
I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. “That did not happen.”
“Oh, but it did, my mother came outside and called me a Peeping Tom.” I put one hand in front of my mouth. “While my dad hit me in the back of my head and told me to get away from you.”
“How do I not remember that?” I look over at him. “I do remember your mother coming to get me with a towel.”
“Yup.” He smirks. “Then Michael came and threw you over his shoulder.” He tries not to laugh. “But he didn’t know you were naked under it and then you said, ‘There are two moons out tonight.’” I slap my leg now laughing. “It’s a good thing it was my father who found us and not Uncle Max. He would have shot me in the foot.”
“Oh my God.” I gasp. “I guess after that I lost my shot.” I smirk at him and he doesn’t answer me. “We should get going,” I say, getting out of the bed. “I want to make sure if she wakes up, I’m there so at least she can see a friendly face.”
“I’ll get you something to wear,” he tells me, getting up.
“Yes, because your clothes will fit me so well.” I put my arms out and he can see the way the T-shirt just swallows me.
“I have some clothes Vivi left here the last time she was in town,” he throws over his shoulder. “Hopefully, it’s nothing too—”
“Pretty,” I fill in the word for him.
“Pretty and revealing.” He winks at me, walking from the room. I shake my head going into the bathroom and closing the door. The white towel he dried me off with sits on the counter. His wet shorts he was wearing when he got in the tub with me are in the sink, along with my thong.
“I put the things on the bed.” I hear him from the bedroom. “I’m going to grab some clothes and get dressed in the other room and meet you in the kitchen.”