Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Not after the overwhelming urge to kiss her at the watchtower.
After I’d pulled her to her feet and she’d bumped into me and she’d looked up at me like… like… I don’t fucking know, like I’d hung the bloody moon, that was what it’d felt like for those few minutes.
This was bad.
I didn’t have to be a genius to know I was in trouble with this woman. I barely knew a damn thing about her, but I was like a moth to a flame.
I was lying here like a moron waiting for the bedroom doors to open so I could have a piss because I didn’t want to disturb her if she was still sleeping.
Was this what infatuation was?
If so, it was overrated.
I just needed a piss.
And my neck cracked.
I was a simple man, really.
I forced myself to sit up so I could stretch out. I was too tall for this sofa, and I was either going to have to suck it up for a few days or admit to Grace that this sofa sucked to sleep on.
Which was ridiculous, given that it was the comfiest thing I’d ever sat on.
I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t wait for her. I was going to have to go in search of a bathroom.
I pulled on my t-shirt and socks and crept out of the room. There was a bathroom just down the hall that nobody should be using, so I rushed in its direction and let myself in to do my morning business.
With that done a few minutes later, I went back to my room where Grace was folding my quilt in the living room.
She looked up and smiled when I walked in. “Good morning. I thought you’d run off and left me for a minute.”
“I needed the toilet,” I explained, closing the door behind me.
“Oh.” She frowned. “You could have used the one in here.”
“I thought you were still asleep and didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Don’t be silly. If you need to go, you need to go.”
“So you were already awake?”
She motioned to herself. “Do I look like I just woke up?”
I ran my tongue across my top lip. “I’m not answering that. It’s a trick question.”
Grace laughed and carried the quilt and my pillow through to the bedroom, setting them on the end of the bed. She’d already made it, tucking the quilt in and everything.
She was neat.
I just left the bed as it was. I might throw the quilt over in a rough attempt at making the bed on a good day, but I sure as shit didn’t tuck it all in like that.
“What?” She brushed her hands over the top of the blanket, smoothing it out, and eyed me. “Is my top see-through or something?”
My eyes jerked down to her chest and back up, and I rubbed my hand down my face. “Jesus, that’s just asking for me to be in trouble.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed pink. “I was just… Um, you were looking at me weirdly, that’s all.”
I scrubbed my hands over my face and sighed. “You made the bed.”
“And that warranted such confusion on your part?”
“I don’t normally make the bed.”
“You probably didn’t need to tell me that. Your surprise gave it away.” She folded her arms across her chest, pressing her boobs up, and I averted my eyes to the window.
“Have you looked outside?” I asked, catching a glimpse of the weather through the crack in the curtains.
“No.” She paused. “Why?”
I walked over to the curtains and pulled them open, revealing the snow falling outside.
Grace gasped and rushed over, practically pressing her face against the window the way a child would.
It was annoyingly endearing.
“It’s snowing?” she asked, her breath fogging up the glass pane in front of her.
“Yep. I told you last night I thought it looked like snow.” I leant against the wall.
“Isn’t it a bit late for it?”
“Have you checked the weather? There’s a late cold front moving in,” I explained. “But no, it’s not too late for it this far north. I’ve seen snow in April and even early May before.”
“Wow.” She used her sleeve to wipe away the condensation from her breath. “Will this affect your sister’s wedding?”
“It shouldn’t do. Although it depends what the weather does,” I admitted, eyeing it. “It’s not too bad right now.”
“You’re the one who just asked me if I’d checked the weather. Don’t you know what it’s going to do?”
I was stopped from responding by a succession of loud knocks at the door. I frowned and turned around, then walked back to the door and opened it.
Freya stormed into the room, still wearing a thick coat, boots, and a huge bobble hat that was too big for her head and flopping to the side. “Have you seen this weather?” she cried, throwing her arms in the air. “William!”