Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you to pay for it, all I wanted was for you to tell me when you needed to throw up and not hurl all over my fucking Aston!” Still seething. Oh shit, I’m guessing he’s overly fond of the car, apparently more so than me. I decide to stop talking and give in to my heavy eyelids. I’ll get home and then hopefully I’ll never have to see him again. I can just forget about this whole horrible episode, and he can forget about the silly girl who threw up in his beloved car.
I am vaguely aware of being moved, but I’m engulfed in a haze of unconsciousness.
“Lilly?” The deep voice whispers in my ear. I rouse slightly.
“Lilly, where are your keys?” As I stir into semi consciousness I realise that I am against his chest and he’s carrying me. I don’t want him to carry me, but I’m so comfortable. His chest is rock hard like concrete and so warm. He smells so good. I grab handfuls of his shirt, pulling myself closer to him and pressing my face into his throat.
He chuckles. "Lilly. Keys?"
“Bra.” I slur incoherently.
“Um… do you want to get them?” He sounds amused. I’m just so tired, my head feels so heavy. I wave dismissively at him, right now I just don’t care.
“Lilly, you need to get undressed.” He gently shakes me. I drag my eyelids open and squint against the dim light. I’m led on my bed. How the hell did I get here?
“Come on you need to stand up.” Theo takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, I sway slightly squinting up at him. He looks as gorgeous as ever he’s wearing jeans and a pale pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his well-muscled fore arms. His blue eyes assess me warily.
“Are you going to be sick again?” I shake my head. “Ok, well you need to get out of this dress. Turn around.” I do. He unzips the little side zip in my dress.
“Um, just take it off and get into bed ok? I’ll turn around …”
I raise my arms above my head and sway slightly. “Please can you help.” I slur again.
He sighs and shakes his head. “I swear you’re trying to kill me woman.” He grasps the hem of my dress and pulls it up and over my head. A small part of my mind is grateful that I have hot underwear on, for the most part I just want to go to sleep, although I know in the morning I will be mortified by the fact that Theodore Ellis has seen me in my underwear. Well after seeing you throw your guts up in his car I think that’s the least of your worries Lilly.
He rummages through my drawers and pulls out some pyjama’s, he shoves the strappy top over my head and then makes me sit on the edge of the bed so that he can help me into my pyjama bottoms. I study him as he kneels in front of me. His cheeks are covered with a couple of days worth of stubble. His hair is messy in a sexed up kind of way. Everything about him is effortless perfection.
"You're really beautiful." I blurt. Again, brain to mouth filter seems to malfunction where alcohol is concerned. He smiles tenderly at me and reaches up to brush his knuckles across my cheek. His eyes are free of the usual teasing cockiness, replaced with a sincerity I never expected to see in him. We stare at each other for a perfect unbreakable moment and my insides seem to liquefy. If I were sober right now I'd be terrified, but the numbing of the alcohol allows me to just enjoy it. He releases me from his stare and stands and leaves the room. My body physically aches at the loss of his closeness. My chest aches from the loss of... well whatever that was just then.
“Here, drink this.” He walks back in the room and hands me a large glass of water and sits next to me on the bed. “It will lessen the hangover.” I do as he says and drink the whole glass.
He stands and pulls back the covers. “Lay down Lilly.” His tone is gentle, as a parent might speak to a young child. I’m so tired that I willingly oblige and immediately feel unconsciousness creeping over me.
“You are far beyond beautiful Lilly.” He whispers. The last thing that I am aware of is him kissing me gently on my forehead.
I’m woken up by Molly gently tapping on my door. “Babes it’s three in the afternoon. Do you want some food?” Shit, I quite literally had bypassed the entire day.
“I’ll come through in a second.” I reply groggily.
I get up and throw on my dressing gown. I look in the mirror, not a wise move. I look positively horrific. Choosing to ignore my reflection, I pull my hair back in a messy bun and head out into the living area. Molly, George and Harry are all sprawled in various positions across our huge leather corner sofa. There are copious amounts of chocolate and sweets scattered across the coffee table. This is a standard hangover day in our house.