Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Shifting ever so slightly caused her to stir, and her eyes fluttered open momentarily, looking up into mine. She smiled, and then they shut again. I thought she fell back to sleep, but a moment later they opened once more, and there was much more recognition behind them. Suddenly, she sat up and pulled the blanket to her chest, looking around wildly, then wincing and gazing down at her exposed and wrapped foot. Throwing herself backward onto a pillow, she lay there a second, eyes clenched shut.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, just a lot of pins and needles,” she said.
“Can I get you anything?”
“No,” she said. “Maybe some of that Tylenol they sent me home with in a minute.”
“Sure,” I said. “Say when, and I’ll go get it.”
She nodded, and I lay back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling beside her for a few quiet moments. We were going to have to address the elephant in the room at some point, but it felt like both of us were working up the courage.
“So last night,” she said, breaking the silence.
“Yes,” I said.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m just going to come out and say it. That was… unplanned. Really good, but unplanned. And we can’t let it happen again.”
“Agreed,” I said, relieved. “It was fantastic. But with Camden and all…”
“Right,” she said. “It’s just not something that would work out. It’s too weird. And I don’t know about you, but I’m not looking to jump into a relationship right now anyway.”
“No,” I said. “There’s too much going on. It would be irresponsible.”
“Right.”
“Right.”
“So we just need to kind of put this behind us and focus on getting through this weekend,” she said. She turned her head and stared at me, and I met her gaze. She was incredibly beautiful, and I wondered how I hadn’t seen it before. My cock was hard and wanted another taste of her, and I shifted to hide the massive erection that was creating a mountain in the blankets. “I don’t regret what we did. We just can’t do it again.”
“I agree,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “Well then. I am going to go grab a quick shower and then I need to get ready to go to work. My ankle kept me from getting a lot done yesterday, and with the trip coming Thursday, I have a lot to do ahead of time so I can take days off.”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll see myself out. Be back here Thursday around six?”
“Sounds good,” she said. “We can get on the road and be there by lunch.”
There was a brief moment of silence as we both waited on the other to move.
“All of my clothes are in the living room,” I said.
“So are mine,” she said.
Another moment of silence.
“I guess it’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked,” I said.
“Right,” she agreed.
Slowly, I lowered the blanket and sat up. Carmela did the same, exposing her breasts. We both stood, and as I did, my hardened cock swung out in front of me. I watched as her eyes traveled down, opened wide, and then darted back to mine. Then we both laughed.
“Well, we will chalk that up to getting to know each other for the wedding,” I said. “See you Thursday.”
“Yup,” she said, giggling and darting to the bathroom as fast as she could on one leg.
I went to the living room, gathering my clothes and getting dressed before finding the pill bottle for her medication. I filled a glass with water and took them to the bathroom, gently opening the door and peeking in. Carmela had a clear shower curtain, and I could see her through it, wet, shampoo making rivulets of soap that streamed down her body. I wanted nothing more than to yank that curtain open, join her in the shower, and fuck her against the wall.
“I brought your medicine and some water,” I said.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, turning to see me through the curtain. I expected her to cover up, but she didn’t. Instead, she just smiled.
The next couple of days I spent making myself so busy I didn’t think about what had happened between Carmela and me or thinking about the trip. I loaded my schedule with patients at the clinic, and when I wasn’t there, I was volunteering to help on the ranch, making up for the lost work from Carmela not being there and for both of us being gone all weekend.
When I arrived at Carmela’s place around six on Thursday morning, she met me at the door, already ready. I grabbed her things and put them in the back before opening the door for her. I had a bit of time, since she was still hobbling on the crutches, and it took her a few extra moments to get to the car.