Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
I laugh softly, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
“No need to apologise. You’ve been working hard. I’m just glad you could get some sleep.”
I raise an eyebrow. “How did I get in here, though? Did you… carry me in, or something?”
He laughs, a sheepish sound as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Maybe. I mean, I had to make sure you got to bed somehow, right? And you looked far too peaceful to wake up.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I say, my voice teasing but full of affection.
“I try,” he responds with a wink, walking over to the table and pouring out two glasses of water. He hands me one before sitting down beside me. “I hope you’re comfortable. I wanted this to be a nice, relaxing weekend for us.”
“It’s perfect,” I say softly. “I don’t even know where we are, but I already can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.”
Santi watches me for a moment, his green eyes softening.
“Good. That’s the point. I know things have been hectic, and I just want us to have time to breathe, to enjoy each other without all the noise.”
I can’t help but smile at how considerate he is. The way he’s thought of everything and knowing that he’s planned this for me - for us… well. It’s one of the reasons I fell for him in the first place, and why my feelings for him only grow stronger by the day.
“I really appreciate this, Santi,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity. “I’ve been running at full speed for so long, I didn’t even realise how much I needed something like this.”
“I know,” he replies, his voice low, almost in a whisper. “That’s why I wanted to make sure you had it.”
There’s a pause, the silence hanging between us in a way that feels intimate and comfortable. I’m about to say something else when his phone buzzes on the table, breaking the moment. He glances at it briefly before muttering a curse under his breath.
“Work?” I ask, sensing his frustration.
“Just some transfer stuff,” he says, grabbing the phone and glancing at the message. He sets it back down with a grimace. “I didn’t want to ruin this for us. But... there’s always something, isn’t there?”
I lean in, placing a hand on his strong arm in an attempt to offer him some comfort.
“Hey, you don’t have to explain. I get it. I know you’re always juggling a million things.”
He gives me a soft smile, but I can tell there’s a bit of tension still in his body.
“I just don’t want to waste this time with you. We’ve barely had any time just for us lately.”
“I understand,” I say, nodding. “We’ll make the most of it. Just because there’s a little work doesn’t mean we can’t have fun, right?”
He smiles, his eyes twinkling. “You’re right. And I’m not going to let anything ruin this weekend. It’s all about us.”
Santi’s voice is thick with promise, his green eyes darkening as he inches closer towards me. My pulse quickens at the sudden shift in the atmosphere, anticipation crackling between us like static electricity.
“Well, now that I’m awake and not drooling in the car, I’m all yours,” I say.
Santi inches closer and closer until we are so close that our breath intertwines. He doesn’t rush, though. He never does. Instead, he takes his time, drawing out the moment and letting the weight of his previous words settle over me.
He doesn’t kiss me. Not yet.
“Tell me,” I murmur, my lips grazing his as I speak. “What exactly does this weekend involve?”
His mouth curves into a slow, knowing smirk as his fingers trail along my arm, featherlight, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
The tension in the air between us thickens, the world outside this room fading into nothing. I barely register the sound of the distant ocean waves outside the window or the warm breeze slipping through the open balcony doors. All I can focus on is him: the way his breath fans across my lips, the way his strong, muscular body hovers over mine and the way his large hands are already setting fire to my skin without even touching me properly yet.
His presence is overwhelming, and I lower my body down onto the bed until I’m lay on my back with my head tilted against the pillows, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs. He follows me with ease, his hips pressing lightly over mine as his hands come to rest on either side of my head.
“You’re such a tease,” I tell him, my voice low and quiet.
His deep chuckle vibrates against my skin as he kisses the corner of my mouth, his nose brushing against mine.
“You love it.”
I do.
I love the way he takes his time, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world.