Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I kiss Renee’s cheek, and before I know it, she’s sound asleep. I lay my head down and fall asleep too, even though it’s the middle of the day. We’re too relaxed to stay awake and too content to leave each other’s arms.
16
Renee
Blinking my eyes, it takes a moment to remember where I am, but upon feeling Kane’s arms wrapped around me and our bodies pressed together, the events of the afternoon come rushing back to me.
I had been so worn out from sex with Kane that I’d drifted asleep incredibly quickly. Carefully, I unwrap Kane’s arms from around me, not wanting to leave the comfort of them, but needing to go to the bathroom. Also, a shower couldn’t hurt.
As quietly as possible, I head into the bathroom, feeling Kane’s come dripping out of my ass and down my thighs. My legs are wobbly and my butt is sore as I sit on the toilet. After I’m done, I look in the mirror and laugh at my reflection. My eye make-up is smeared down my face, and my curly hair is wilder than ever. A shower is a must.
When I emerge from the bathroom in a plush robe supplied by the hotel, Kane is sliding his underwear on.
“There you are,” he smiles groggily at me.
His black hair is almost as messed up as mine was before my shower, but he looks sexy with bedhead. I grab my hair brush and sit down on the bed next to him as I run it through my wet curls.
Kane leans over and kisses me, taking me by surprise. Every kiss with Kane has been amazing, but this one feels special. When he pulls away, his eyes look extra blue, like pool water after fresh chlorine has been added.
“We got distracted,” I smirk.
“We did,” he grins. “Distracted from what, exactly?”
“You were going to tell me about your love life, remember?”
Kane groans and looks away from me. Why is this such an awkward topic for him?
“Hey, you promised,” I reach over and squeeze his thigh.
“What do you want to know, Rey? And why do you want to know?” he asks as if I’m crazy.
I shrug my shoulders and look down at my hair brush.
“I don’t want you to be alone,” I mutter.
Kane skooches closer to me and places his hand under my chin to make me look at him.
“I’m not alone. I’m with you.”
The most amazing feeling encompasses my entire body, and I can’t hold back my smile.
“See, I don’t know anyone who has a smile like that but you.”
I shove Kane’s shoulder and roll my eyes, not sure if he’s teasing me or not.
“Can you be serious?”
“Rey, dating is hard. I did it for a while. No one serious. I was always busy with work, and no one I dated seemed worth making extra time for. If you’re looking for some tale of heartbreak, there isn’t one,” Kane shrugs.
I smile and run my hand up his large bicep, sculpted from years of construction work.
“Good. Some hearts are too big to be broken.”
This time, I move in and kiss him, getting so caught up in the moment that I climb into his lap. I hiss into the kiss as the movement not only hurts my butt but my knee injury from this morning.
“You okay?” Kane asks worriedly.
“I think I re-opened the wound when I was pressing my knees on the bed,” I laugh, sitting down on his knee, wincing again, and throwing back my robe to reveal my bruised knee with the cut on it.
“Poor baby,” he teases me, bringing my knee up and kissing on it. “We need to take it easy for the rest of the night. Want to do dinner and walk around for a bit?”
“Sure,” I smile, sliding off of his lap so that Kane can shower.
When we leave the hotel room, Kane reaches for my hand, and I gladly take it. We find a nice Italian restaurant within walking distance and head inside. As Kane eats his salad, he picks out all of the olives and puts them on my plate.
I smile before giving him all of the croutons from my plate. Kane laughs before he removes the tomatoes from his salad and also puts them on my plate. Finally, to make our salad exchange complete, I give him my cucumbers.
“This is so much easier than customizing our salad orders,” I laugh.
“I know. I’m glad I thought of it when you were twelve,” Kane says.
“Uh, no. I thought of it, thank you very much.”
“You did not! I just let you think you thought of it because I’m a nice guy.”
I wave my fork at him. “Nu-uh, you’re not that nice. It was my idea.”
“Either way, it was a great idea,” Kane puts a stop to our argument.
Our meal continues on with witty banter and fun conversation. Afterwards, Kane and I walk along South Street, taking in the people and vendors. Kane holds my hand as we stroll, and I can’t help but to never want the night to end.