Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Whatever his body was searching for, it just got. With his satiety, I can feel the tectonic plates move into place.
But where they’re moving to…I have no clue.
Only that I want more.
CHAPTER FIVE
ALORA
The heavenly scent of freshly percolated coffee wakes me from my slumber and I stretch as I try to focus my eyes.
Where am I?
My body feels heavy, achy, and instantly I’m reminded of last night and the god I went to bed with.
I look over to his empty side of the bed, where is he?
I slowly get out of bed and wince, I’m sore from last night. Every one of my muscles feel stretched and used. I throw my robe on and make my way out in search of my Mr. Doe.
I make my way into the living area and look around; everything from dinner last night has been cleaned up and packed away.
“Miss Doe,” he calls from the balcony. “I’m out here.”
I walk over to the door and find him sitting at the table, breakfast is laid out and the morning sun is beaming. He smiles broadly and taps his lap.
My heart swells and I float over to him and sit down on his knee.
He kisses me tenderly. “Good morning.”
“Hi.” I smile shyly, suddenly embarrassed about my whorish behavior last night.
As if he can read my mind he smiles down at me and combs his fingers through my hair. “Your beauty takes my breath away.”
I probably look like a raccoon.
We kiss, slowly at first and then deeper and our eyes close as we get lost in each other, I wasn’t imagining it or lost in the moment last night.
In the light of day it’s still here between us.
A blindingly beautiful chemistry, so bright that I can hardly see straight.
“We part today,” I say sadly.
“Hmm.” He kisses me again. “About that.”
“Yes,” I say hopefully, please tell me that you want to run away together or something equally as crazy.
“Spend another night with me.” He readjusts my robe to protect me from the cold.
This is my chance; I want to know more about him.
Hell, I want to know everything there is to know.
“On one condition,” I tell him.
“What’s that?”
“I want to leave this place.”
“What?” He frowns.
“Not leave, leave. I want to….” I shrug. “Explore the village, go for a walk in the sunshine.” I smile softly. “Maybe go on a date to a restaurant tonight?”
“Doe….” He sighs, unimpressed that I want to break the rules of the hotel.
“It’s just one day.” I kiss his big lips as I try to talk him around. “And then we get another night here.”
His eyes hold mine.
“We’re never going to see each other again,” I whisper. “I hate the thought. Give me my one day.”
“This was not our arrangement and I really don’t….”
“You asked for another night too.” I cut him off.
He looks out over the valley below as he thinks this over.
“Or we can just say goodbye now.” I stand, annoyed that he even has to think about it.
“No, no.” He pulls me back down onto his lap. “One more night.”
“And one day.”
“Yes.” He holds my face in his hands and kisses me, our lips linger over each other’s and a warm fuzzy feeling passes between us.
More than just lust, less familiar than love. A whole new ballgame to the one we signed up for.
This goodbye is going to suck.
“Are you ready?” Mr. Doe calls from the living area.
“Uh-huh.” I grab my purse and walk out and he frowns as he looks me up and down.
“Where are your coat and hat?”
I glance down at myself. “I don’t need them, do I?”
“It’s cold outside, you’ll freeze half to death.”
“Oh.” I shrug. “When I was packing I didn’t think it would be this cold. I’ll be fine, we’ll be walking anyway so I’ll be able to keep warm.”
He rolls his eyes. “Hang on, you can wear something of mine.” He walks into the spare room and I follow him. His suitcase is on the luggage rack and he opens it up.
Everything is folded and organized to precision and I frown as I stare into it. “Who packed your bag, a drill sergeant?”
He glances back at me. “What does that mean?”
“Why is it so neat?”
“I like things to be organized like an adult.”
“Me too.” So not me too, I’m a hot mess and can never find shit in my suitcase or when I’m packing. I roll up onto my toes feeling like a petulant child.
He pulls out a gray beanie and puts it on my head and kisses me quickly before turning back to his suitcase to dig for more.
He’s very kissy.
I smile goofily as I wait, doing domestic everyday things with him is my new favorite thing. He holds out a big coat. “Put this on.”
“It’s huge.”
“It’s about to snow.” He widens his eyes. “And you want to walk around the countryside in a thin cardigan? I don’t think so.”