Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I open my mouth in surprise. “Why didn’t you come over?” I ask.
“You were working. Now go shower, and I’ll get the food ready.”
“Or,” I suggest, “we take a nice bath.” He puts my bag down and smiles as he takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. I stop when I see the soft light of little tea candles all around the room. The fireplace is even giving the room a glow. “This is…” I start, as he walks over to the tub and starts the water. I can’t help but look around at what he did. “So nice.”
He pulls off his shirt and then kicks off his pants before walking over to me and undressing me. When I stand in front of him naked, he sucks one nipple into his mouth and then stops to go and put some bubbles in the bath. “After you.” He holds out his hand to help me into the tub. I place one leg in and then the other, sitting down. He takes off his boxers, and I watch him get into the tub behind me. He leans forward and kisses the nape of my neck. My hair has been tied up on my head since this morning. “Relax,” he says right before he wets my back and slowly starts to massage my neck and shoulders. “Let me take care of you.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
ROMEO
The waves crashing onto the shore is the only noise around us as we walk hand in hand down the beach, that, along with the birds flying in the sky, which is a distant second. The families are all packed up and probably gone for dinner as I look out into the horizon and see the sun starting to set slowly.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more content and at ease than I have since we got here. “We should stay here for a couple of days.” She looks over at me, and I fall more and more in love with her as the days pass. Actually, that’s a lie. I fall more and more in love with her as the minutes pass. The past two days, she’s worked sixteen-hour days, leaving before the sun rises and getting home way after sundown. Today she finally got home before the sun set, and I wanted her to just clear her head. So I took off her shoes and slipped my hand into hers, pulling her to the beach. “We can go hiking,” I tell her, and she just smiles. “Or sit by the beach.”
The wind softly blows her hair, and she smiles at me. “Really?”
“Yeah, besides, I can take you to all my favorite spots.”
She just tilts her head to the side. “All your favorite spots?” she asks, surprised.
I lean into her just a touch. “I mean, my favorite spot is buried inside you, but in the outside world.”
She throws her head back and laughs, wrapping her other hand around mine. “Well, I would love nothing more than to spend a couple of days with you.” She looks up at me, and I stop walking so I can kiss her.
“Let’s sit and watch the sunset,” I suggest, sitting down and opening my legs for her to sit with me. She sits with her back to my chest. “This right here,” I say as she stretches out her legs in front of her, “is everything.” She looks back at me, and I lean down to kiss her covered shoulder. She puts her hand on my cheek, and I turn my face in her hand, kissing the palm of it.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” she says as she cuddles into me more, and I wrap my arms around her, bringing her even closer to me. I watch the waves run onto the sand. The sound is softer than it was before. “Great idea.”
We watch the sunset, and then she stands up and holds out her hand for me. We walk back to the house in the dark, the only lights coming from the houses on the beach. When we walk back up to the house, her stomach grumbles, and I laugh. “Shall we go for dinner?”
“That sounds wonderful,” she agrees, dusting off the sand from her feet and slipping them in her flip-flops. “Should I change?” she asks, and I look over, seeing her in her black capri pants with a white-and-black striped shirt. I just shake my head. “You look beautiful,” I assure her, walking to the couch and grabbing the black knit sweater. “I’m not changing.” I look down at my khaki shorts and a white button-down linen shirt. I put the sweater on, pulling up the collar and fixing my sleeves.
“You look like you just got off the runway,” she jokes with me as she wraps her arms around my waist.