Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Do you um…” She looked down at it and chewed her bottom lip. “Do you ever eat normal food?”
“Spaghetti is normal.” Wasn’t it? “Eminem wouldn’t have referenced it in that song if it wasn’t normal.”
“Leaving aside the fact that you seem to be basing your idea of ‘normal’ people on pop songs,” she began, picking up her fork, “what I mean is, this is like fancy restaurant plating. And I know this was made from scratch because it doesn’t take anybody an hour to make spaghetti out of a box. Do you ever have normal dinner?”
“This is normal, for me,” I pointed out. I wasn’t sure why I was suddenly so defensive about it; I was fully aware that our lifestyles were vastly different.
“How about one night a week, we make our dinner,” she suggested, twirling some spaghetti on her fork.
“Ourselves?” I tried to remember the last time I’d cooked a meal. Did Ramen noodles in a coffee maker count?
“Yes. We can go to the grocery store, buy what we need, come back here and make it.” She took a bite, and her eyes closed in satisfaction. “Okay, but only once a week. Because this is too big a pleasure to deny myself.”
“One dinner a week,” I agreed. “But you have to splurge on self-care at least twice a week, or no deal.”
“Self-care?” She gestured with a rapid flick of her middle finger. “Because I do that more than twice a week.”
“No, I mean stuff like massages, meditation, facials…”
She snorted. “I get most of my facials from you.”
I needed the dragon to battle this deflection. “You’re not going to get out of this one, princess. I order you to do something decadent for yourself at least twice a week. Even if you’re worried that it’s too expensive. Even if you feel guilty about the cost or time spent.”
She considered. “I have always wanted to try out that sensory deprivation thing.”
“There. You’ve got your first one already planned.” The next one wouldn’t be as easy, but I was willing to set it as a parameter. “I know your friends are back in California, but I’d like you to try to make some here in New York.”
“Oh god, no.” She shook her head vehemently. “No, making friends as an adult is a nightmare.”
“I’m aware. But I can’t be your only person here.” That had happened in some of my past relationships, and things had gone south fast. “I have an established life here, friends, work, and it’s not healthy for me to abandon all of that and lose myself in my romantic relationships. It’s never worked before, and I don’t want it to sabotage us.”
“You know…” Her brow crinkled as she thought. “I think I do have a friend here. Or, in the Hamptons, actually. We half-met at Ascend Red.”
“Half-met?”
“She was very, very occupied at the time.” Charlotte raised her eyebrows as if to ask if I understood what she was saying.
I did.
“I ran into her again when you forced me to go shopping, and she gave me some good advice. She also gave me her number, so I can text her.” Charlotte shrugged. “She’ll probably know where the fanciest places for facials are. You know, other than a sex resort.”
“You’re so immature,” I said with a fond shake of my head. “I love it.”
“Does my dragon have any other edicts?” Charlotte asked, her eyes on me as she sucked a noodle into her mouth and batted her lashes.
“Stay silly.”
That would be easy enough, for her.
CHAPTER FOUR
(Charlotte)
The alarm went off at five-thirty.
Five-thirty in the fucking morning.
I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes before checking the time on my phone. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Matt was already on his feet, cane in hand, headed to the bathroom. And not dragging his feet like a zombie, somehow.
“I get up early, princess,” he tossed over his shoulder as he headed into the bathroom.
I flopped onto my back and stared up at the impossibly high ceiling. This had to be a joke.
When he emerged again, he was whistling.
“Since when do you get up early?” I demanded. “The whole time I’ve been with you—”
“The whole time you’ve been with me, I’ve been on a vacation from life,” he pointed out. “I’m ready to get back to normal.”
“Normal being...” There had been a lot of not-normal in his life that year so far.
“Before the bear,” he clarified.
I scrubbed my eyes again and slowly peeled myself off the mattress. His t-shirt from the night before was still on the floor. I picked it up and pulled it on. “What were your days like before the bear, then? So I can be prepared.”
“Usually, I went to bed early. Last night was an exception; I like to be asleep by eleven.”
I counted off the hours in my head. “You only sleep six-and-a-half hours a night?”