Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
What the hell?
Deciding it’s probably time I left, I place one foot to the floor, ready to push from the low mattress when his voice fills the room.
“Get in.”
Chapter Six
Spencer
I shouldn’t have done that. I had every intention of doing this right. Of not taking anything from my bride until she was my wife. I didn’t think it would be too much of a challenge seeing as I was expecting some stranger to turn up, but yet here we are.
I lie on my back staring at the shadows moving across the ceiling as she breathes heavily beside me.
Part of me had hoped that I’d find her in my bed when I got back, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think it would actually happen. What woman in their right mind would want to be in my bed after the welcome I gave her today? That woman might be the only one I’ve ever loved, but still, I haven’t exactly been nice to her.
After I left earlier, I went straight to the bar.
I needed a drink, and I needed to get away from her sweet scent and assessing eyes that I swear see right down into my soul.
Having her inside my house, the house we’d dreamed of for years. It was too much. I couldn’t deal. So, like a pussy, I ran. I drank until the room started to spin and I was forced to leave to make the long, very cold walk home.
Thoughts of her here had me hard long before I turned up the driveway and saw the house in darkness.
All I could think of was her. How her pants hugged her ass and hips, how the swell of her breasts teased me from the low neckline of her sweater. But finding her like I did, in my fucking number. It was too much to bear, and I broke all the rules I’d set for myself. Well, maybe not all. By some miracle, I managed to draw the line once she’d come on my tongue.
Her scent fills the room around me, making me damn near desperate to turn her over and sink inside her hot little body.
My cock tents the sheets, but I don’t reach out for it. I deserve to suffer after how I’ve treated her today.
Turning onto my side, I slide over toward her until my front presses against her back. The second we connect, she snuggles back into me as if she’s awake and waiting for me.
“G– Ella, are you awake?” I whisper, but the question goes unanswered as her breathing remains steady. She’s either fast asleep or just a very good actress. I think back to her performance in our drama class back in middle school and I decide it’s probably the former.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her tighter to me, allowing myself to revel in something I never thought I’d get to do ever again.
I must fall asleep with her in my arms because the next thing I know, I’m facing toward the window with the sun blinding me despite the fact my eyes are closed.
Rolling onto my back, I pry my eyes open, a dull thud behind them from the whiskey I demolished last night makes itself known. I glance to the side to find her curled up still fast asleep.
Her eyes are lightly closed, her cheeks are rosy red like when I whispered dirty things in her ear last night and her pink full lips are slightly parted, making me regret not kissing her. But I know that one kiss would ruin everything.
I need to get her down the aisle first. I need to know she’s serious, that she wants this as badly as I do. Because now she’s here once again, I’m going to fight like hell to make sure she stays.
She was right with what she said last night. I did end things with her the day she left, but only because I was so angry, hurt, no… devastated, that she was leaving. It was harsh, I knew that at the time. She didn’t have a choice. Her dad had a job in the city and she and her mom were having to follow, it’s what families do. But she left me behind and all I could do at that point was self-preservation and I stupidly thought that hurting her as she was being dragged away would help. Hindsight is a great thing because in the days, months, even years, that followed, I’d have given everything for the long-distance relationship she was so confident we could maintain.
I’m still skeptical that it could have worked, but knowing how miserable I was when she left, I’d wished I’d given it a chance to fail before ruining it before it even started.
With a sigh that’s laden with regrets, I push from the bed, grab a pair of pants that I’ve discarded on the floor and quietly leave the room in the hope of letting her sleep.