Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
My lips part and Yours! screams in my mind as his mouth covers mine again. I’m not sure how long we lie in bed making out, but when he finally pulls his mouth from mine with a groan, we are both breathing heavily and my stomach is loudly roaring for me to feed it. “I might have lied about being only a little hungry,” I admit when my stomach growls again.
Laughing loudly, he gets off the bed then pulls me up to stand in front of him. “You take the bathroom first.” He nods to the small door at the back of the cabin. “If I’m not down here when you get out, come up top.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear then leans down, kissing my forehead. When I open my eyes that I didn’t know were closed, he’s gone. With a deep breath, I go to my bag, grab my toothbrush, and take it with me to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face then go back to my bag to change out of my jeans and into a pair of leggings and a long-sleeved top with a scoop neck and a hood. I brush my hair and put it up into a bun then head upstairs.
Denver is in the wheelhouse when I make it up to the top deck, so I head straight to him. When he sees me, he smiles softly through the glass and calls me in with a wave of his hand. I step inside, and as soon as I’m within touching distance, he pulls me down onto his lap. I sit and listen to him talk on the CB radio about fish and the tide, and I lose interest after that, because his fingers slide under the edge of my shirt and skim over my skin, causing goose bumps. When his lips touch my neck, my breath stutters and I moan, dropping my head to the side to give his mouth more access.
I turn to look over my shoulder at him when he pulls his mouth away, and as my eyes connect with him, I see he’s smiling. I’ve seen him smile a lot, but I’ve never seen him smile like he is right now. Happy, content, like he’s right where he wants to be.
I lose his smile when the microphone covers his mouth and he presses his thumb down on the button on the side to talk. “Walt, I gotta go. Good luck out there today. Stay safe, brother.” He puts the mic back into its holder then wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. “What is it?”
“I…. You’re happy,” I blurt like a total idiot, and his head jerks back.
“What?”
“I mean, you… you just seem really happy.”
“You’re here with me,” he states, like having me with him means everything. My chin wobbles. He really does love me. What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I never notice what was happening between us until now? “You okay?”
“No. I think I might cry again,” I answer truthfully, and his eyes soften. “I… I don’t know why I didn’t notice this thing between us before now.”
“You weren’t ready,” he says, and my eyes slide over his shoulder to the view of the ocean, and the land and trees just beyond that. “Look at me, baby.” I slowly meet his gaze once more. “It’s time to move forward.” I nod, and he leans in, brushing his lips across mine. “Come on.” He helps me off his lap. “Lets go eat, and then call Lyra.”
“Please tell me you have coffee,” I say, as we head down the steps, him in front of me.
“I have coffee.” He winks at me over his shoulder.
When we reach downstairs, he shows me where the stuff is to make a pot of coffee then heads into the bathroom, where I hear the faucet turn on. With the coffee brewing, I make the bed then repack my bag and tuck it away for something to do. Plus, with how small the space is, it seems even smaller with things left out and about.
When Denver comes out, he gives me a quick kiss then hands me a cup of coffee and the phone that is already ringing when I put it to my ear.
“Hello,” Shel answers on the second ring.
“Hey, Shel. Is Ly awake yet?” I ask, watching Denver spray a bowl with cooking spray then beat two eggs in it before placing them in the microwave.
“Yep, she just sat down to eat breakfast. You okay?”
My stomach flutters as Denver smiles at me, and I whisper, “Totally.”
“So you two worked things out?” she asks, sounding hopeful. God I love her.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good.” I hear relief in her voice. “Hold on. Here’s Lyra. Love you, honey.”