Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
The downfall of our getaway, well, it’s not lasting long enough. We got here Friday, and tomorrow is our last day. We leave early in the morning. Tysen could only book this window of time for Monday at stupid o’clock, as in up-before-a-rooster-crows early. That’s why we’re on one last zipline before we head back, clean up, and go out for an early dinner.
“You like this, we’ll do a hot air ballon or helicopter tour next time.” I greet Jagger at the other end of the line, standing on a rocky cliff with an employee who manages the zipline.
“Yes, please.” Jagger helps me unhook, having already done so himself. He did all the ground work for this, choosing the safest company, and one where we would take the trails to enjoy the scenery. All of our gear is given to the guy standing off to the side.
“You got it.” He holds his hand out, mine slides inside, and we head down a trail. Jagger took it to the extreme when I had to wear a helmet, double-checking it was secure. The same could be said for the other gear. The harness, though, he triple-checked, just in case. The man undertook a lot of wild thrill-seeking adventures, yet when it comes to my safety, he goes to the highest degree. I expected him to go after me when it came to our turn, but he muttered under his breath that he’s going first in case something happens.
Luckily, he made it to the other side each and every time, my stomach in knots and holding my breath until I saw his feet meet the landing spot. Then he watched me the entire time, too. I’m thinking all of our vacations are going to end up being similar if I try to marry his penchant for fun and mine to see more of the world. Even with Dad’s job and us being stationed in all kinds of areas of the world, it’s different when you’re a child. You don’t appreciate what you have right in front of you, until you look back.
“Okay, so, since you’re picking the next adventure, do I get to pick the place?” I ask when we get further away from anyone else.
“Sure, name your place, Lili.” The name he uses for me comes across his lips in a husky tone.
“Paris. Two birds, one stone. We can have time for ourselves but also see Naomi and Scott.” They split their time between North Carolina and the 1st Arrondissement in Paris, an area that’s rich with history while being close to everything.
“We’ll have to make sure we have more than four days for a trip like that, plus book Tysen’s jet in advance. You might lose hours at the clinic.” Jagger pulls me toward an overlook area.
“It’ll be worth it. The house being done helps, and while I’ve yet to figure out what to do with it, I’m leaning toward renting it out to Lennie’s family since they’ll be here on and off over the next few months. A little added income to put away.” I’ve been seriously contemplating renting it out, and maybe I still will, one of these days.
“Fuck yeah, I’ll take any time I can get without work blowing my phone up. Only thing I worry about is how you’ll handle being away from Shadow.” Jagger comes up behind me, caging me in. His warmth surrounds me, settling my soul like a deep balm.
“I think if we set up a cat camera and allow ourselves a few minutes a day to check on him, I’ll be okay.” I turn around, wanting to see his laugh lines at my crazy suggestion.
“I love you and your wild ideas. We’ll get one for the house. I figure we’ll need our phones to get around everywhere when we’re not with the newlyweds.” Yep, Naomi and Scott eloped. Didn’t tell a single soul, just went and did the damn thing and sent me pictures the next day.
“I love you, Jagger.”
“I know you do, which is why I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m telling you. Though it’s safe to assume you’ll say yes.” I watch as the man I love slides a ring off his pinky finger. It doesn’t even fit over his first knuckle. It’s absolutely stunning, an oval cut diamond in a silver setting, and he slips it on my finger. The ring fits perfectly.
“I’ll marry you, any day, any hour, anywhere.” I jump into his arms as tears stream down my cheeks. His mouth lands on mine, and he kisses me with fierceness, so much passion, and when his tongues snakes inside and they tangle together, it’s everything.
“Christ,” he mutters against my lips in between kisses. I feel what I’m doing to him when his thick, hard ridge slides along my core. The leggings do nothing to hide my own desire. I’m dripping wet. The need to have Jagger feels like it never ends, and it probably never will.