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)
It wasn’t the kind of thing I could scrub away. It was right up there with the scent of her hair, the taste of her kiss, the sound of her laugh.
I was in trouble.
I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen. I wanted to focus on today, where we had one more day together before we had to face reality. Where, as far as most of the people here were concerned, she was mine and I was hers, and that’s all there was to it.
Here. Where I could kiss her any time I wanted. Where I could hold her in my arms without any questions. Where we were just Grace and William and nothing else mattered.
She had to feel it. She had to feel something. There was no way she couldn’t. If she felt even half of what I did, she had to know.
She had to know I wasn’t letting go this easily.
There was something here. Between us. Something special. Something I couldn’t brush under the carpet and ignore.
As long as she wasn’t so stubborn that she was going to hold onto her original position of us never seeing each other again.
Shit.
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t not see her ever again.
“Stop twitching,” Grace murmured, shifting slightly. “You’re being a pest.”
I fought back a laugh. “Sorry. I didn’t know I was fidgeting.”
“Well, you are. You’ve been tapping my foot for ages.” She yawned and stretched out her legs, arching her back so her body was stretching away from me for a moment. She relaxed with a little grunt, then ripped herself away from me and got up. “I’m about to pee myself.”
“Good thing I was fidgeting then.” I laughed, rolling onto my back. My right arm was dead from her having slept on it all night, and it took a good minute of me shaking and prodding it to bring it back to life.
“It’s not that bad!” Grace said, shutting the bathroom door behind her naked body.
“You’ve been asleep on it!”
“It’s a comfy pillow!” she yelled back.
Laughing, I shook my head and rolled over to reach for my phone. I missed it, knocking it off the bedside table and onto the floor. With a groan, I rolled over to rescue it, then checked the time.
Ten.
All right. So I’d had more sleep than I’d thought.
That wasn’t so bad.
I unplugged the charger and unlocked it, ready to clear the notifications, but Grace opened the bathroom door with a yawn. I peered up at her as she walked into the room, running my gaze over her naked body.
She was perfect.
“What?” she asked, looking over at me. “You’re staring.”
“It’s hardly surprising,” I replied, slowly dragging my attention back up to her eyes. “Look at you.”
Pink coloured her cheeks, and she pressed one hand to her face as she darted around the bed. “Shut up. What time is it?” She sat on the bed next to me and reached for her own phone. “Oh. It looks like I can check in already.”
I frowned, sitting up. “Bit early, isn’t it?”
She shrugged, scooting back, and swiped at her screen. Her shoulders tensed, and I stilled as she lowered the phone to the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“My flight’s been cancelled,” she said in a quiet voice.
Hope fluttered inside me.
“And they’ve rebooked me on one this afternoon.”
The hope didn’t just die—it was obliterated.
“What? How can they do that?” I asked. “Don’t they have to put you on the next flight?”
“I don’t know,” she said, throwing it on the quilt and getting up. “I’ll call them and see what they’re doing. They can’t just bring it forward almost twenty-four hours.” She opened her suitcase and pulled on some underwear, followed by jeans and a t-shirt, then came back for her phone.
“What time did they book you?”
“The four-thirty, but at least it’s to Heathrow,” she replied, scrolling. “God. This is so annoying.”
I got up and pulled on some clothes of my own while she dialled. She put the automated voice on speaker and went through the options one by one until she got to where she needed to be, then joined the hold queue.
I walked around the bed and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll bring some tea up for you. Are you hungry?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not hungry, but I’ll take the tea.”
“All right. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.” She stepped out of my arms and looked around. “I suppose I should start packing, just in case.”
I made a noise that was somewhere between agreement and unhappiness, grabbed my phone, and pushed my feet into my trainers.
Going to get tea was purely selfish.
I didn’t want to listen to her on the phone to the airline. It might have been daft, but I’d just been thinking about how we had one last day together, and now that was gone.