Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Why is it those who shine on the darkest nights never recognize their own light? Because that’s what she is. She’s beautiful illumination. I didn’t even realize I was sitting in darkness until I touched her. Now I know because of the brilliance she shines out and if she doesn’t see that within her, then I’ll be her mirror from this day forward.
Sliding the food onto the table, I turn back to the counter and pick her up again. I want to spend the rest of my days doing this, just carrying her from one place to another. The feeling of her in my arms makes everything right.
I settle her in the chair next to mine, sitting so close our arms brush. I’ve never been one much for companionship. Never even wanted to stay with a woman through the night. But with Jenna, it’s different. Everything is different with her.
We chat through dinner and I keep the conversation light. I don’t want that sad expression to come back to her face again. When she’s with me, she should only experience happiness and joy and limitless orgasms.
When the meal is finished, she stands and winces. She quickly tries to hide it from me but it’s too late. I’ve seen it.
“You’re in pain.” I knew I was rough with her. I should have been gentler. I don’t ever want to be the reason she hurts, physically or emotionally.
“I’m fine.”
She tries to gather the plates, but I put my hands over hers, stilling her motions. “No, you’re not and when you’re hurting, I soothe you. Now, show me where.”
She blushes, that pink color stealing across her cheeks and down her neck. “It’s just a dull pain, kind of like period cramps.”
I swing into my arms again and carry her to my bedroom. Gently, I set her on the bed before going to grab a bottle of pain relievers and a glass of water. Once she’s had them, I return with a heating pad and join her.
Pulling her into my arms, we settle against the headboard with the heating pad over her stomach and pelvic area. She leans her head back against my bare chest and makes that adorable purring noise again. “Now what?”
I hand her the remote for the TV across the room. “Now, we stream something.”
She opens the app and starts one of those cozy mystery movies from the women’s channel. That’s what we do for the rest of the night. We watch mysteries and try to guess the murderer before the other one can.
When she finally falls asleep in my arms, contentment rushes through me. Tomorrow, I’ll help her cross the creek so she can get her things and move in here. Because I want a thousand more nights exactly like this one.
Jenna
This man is perfect. It’s the first thought I have the next morning when Walker’s soft snores wake me from a delightful dream where he has his head between my thighs again. Not only is he amazing when it comes to sex, but he’s kind and gentle too. He even believes in me.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I scramble to grab it. Walker must have brought it in here last night. I grab for it and see a voice message from my dad. My heart sinks but I’m not about to ignore it.
Padding from the bed, I move to the front porch. Walker’s entire yard is one big muddy mess with patches of green here and there. Branches and twigs are scattered everywhere, proof of the wind that kept buffeting the house all night long.
Still, the birds are out in the trees and singing their morning love songs. The sun is cresting over the ridge, turning the sky a brilliant shade of early morning pink. This would be the perfect place to practice my yoga routine.
I sit on the swing and start the motion with my big toe while I listen.
“Jenna, what are you doing? We got three deliveries to make this morning. Get your lazy, useless butt back over here. Stop causing trouble for the Walker boy. He doesn’t need you underfoot.”
I wince at the words and quickly delete the message. Lazy. Useless. Trouble.
I had one night with Walker and it was almost enough to convince me that I’m more than those things. But you can’t outrun who you really are, and I need to go before Walker sees the real me. Because the day he sees what my father does, my heart will shatter into a million pieces.
The front door opens and Walker stumbles onto the porch. He looks so sexy with his hair rumpled and his eyes still glassy from sleep. Wordlessly, he passes me a coffee mug and takes a seat beside me on the bench. He’s sitting so close our thighs are pressed together. I love this, the way he’s always so physically affectionate with me. Like I matter to him.