Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
I keep his coffee filled and nurse a Horlicks by the open fire.
“Just a second,” his voice disturbs the silence followed by him leaving the room.
I wait, although it’s not like I’m doing much else.
“Here,” and he’s back. Damn his footsteps are almost silent. I didn’t hear him until he was walking into the room. “Lift your hair.”
“Why?” I eye the arm that is hiding behind his back.
“Please?” He places his free hand on my shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
I relent and lift my hair.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers, I do so.
Something flat and cool taps against the swells of my breasts, a thin chain follows as his fingers trail around my neck and clasp it at the back. He pulls my wrists away, allowing me to release my hair.
I daren’t open my eyes. Obviously I do eventually and my hand and eyes immediately go to the unique, flat pendent hanging from my neck. My breath rushes into my lungs and stays there. “Nathan…”
“I know you said you couldn’t accept it before but I need to see it on somebody. I want you to have it,” he kneels in front of me. Is that a camera in his hand? “It fits you. Perfectly in fact.”
Shit. What do I say? He’s already given me so much. This is… it’s beautiful and I adore it, but how can I accept it?
“I’d like to take a picture,” his gloved hands rest on my knees. “If you don’t mind.”
“I look like a frizzy freak.”
“Quiet, you look beautiful,” he moves back and sits on the table. “It’s just to capture the necklace against your skin.”
Nothing to do with my boobs then? “Sure. How do you want me?”
Did he just squirm? Nah. I’m imagining things. Although his cheeks are slightly flushed. Probably because he just ran upstairs and back down again. “Okay,” he raises the camera to his face and looks at me through the lens. “Relax.”
That’s hard to do when you’re suddenly under a spotlight you never wanted to be under. I duck my head and tuck my hair behind my ear, waiting for him to finish.
“Hold it, with just your thumb and finger,” he says and helps me move my hand into place. “Excellent.” A few more clicks sound before he finally finishes and I release the breath from my lungs. “Thank you.”
“Want a cookie?”
“You made cookies?”
I nod and climb to my feet, “I’ll fetch them.”
As soon as I enter the kitchen I splash water on my face and pour myself a drink, trying to get rid of the heated feeling in my stomach, trying to get rid of his almost chocolate eyes dilating in between each shot. There is something horribly wrong with me.
Caleb. Forgive me.
I’m lost without you, mind included. I think you took it with you.
Could you please send it back at some point? If I’m to live without you I’m going to need it.
“Gwen?”
“Jesus!” I squeal and drop the glass in the sink, it doesn’t break but it does splash water onto my front.
He chuckles and hands me a few pieces of kitchen roll, “You’re acting odd tonight.”
My mouth drops open, is he serious? “Yes… well…” I look at his sparkling eyes and relaxed stance and sigh. I’m not going to drag it up tonight. The proposal can be addressed another night. “I’m just tired.”
“It has been a long night, go to bed,” he tilts his head to the side and assesses me for a moment. “Is there something you want to talk about?”
“No, not at all,” I’m such a terrible liar. “I think I’ll just go to sleep. You should too.”
He smirks, his lips parting slightly in the middle, “Is that an invitation?” I gasp in horror as his hands fly up in surrender. “Kidding. I’m just kidding around.”
“I know,” I lie and push Caleb from my mind. His face keeps flashing before my eyes and as much as I love seeing him, he shouldn’t be witnessing this conversation.
I’m going nuts. It’s official.
“Go to bed,” he steps to the side, giving me space to pass. “Goodnight Gwen.”
“Night,” I murmur in response and waddle as quickly as possible to the stairs and then to my room.
When in bed I touch the necklace resting on my chest and admire the small red jewel at the top left of it. I wrap my hand around it. The one with my engagement ring. One of the only reminders I have that Caleb existed. The gold band lightly touches the flat gold disk and my tears of frustration fall.
I need to distance myself from Nathan, he needs to know that I can’t ever be that to him. I know he thinks he’s being noble or something along those lines, but he doesn’t have to be. Why would he give up a lifetime of happiness to be with someone who will never love him that way?