Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“How do you feel about staying in bed and watching movies today?” I ask quietly, and his body relaxes under mine.
“Is that what you want?” he questions as his hand pauses on my back where it had been moving in soothing strokes.
“Yeah,” I lie. I know he needs a break from everything, and if me staying home so he will stay home gives that break to him, then that’s what I’m going to do.
“Go change and I’ll meet you back here.”
“Okay.” I nod then lean up, pressing my mouth to his jaw before sliding out of bed and going to the closet. When I come back from hanging up the clothes I had on and have changed into one of my old tanks and a pair of baggy pajama bottoms, I find Sven in a pair of basketball shorts with a stack of movies in his hands, heading across the room to the TV. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?”
“A beer.”
Nodding, I head downstairs, grabbing a beer for him and glass of lemonade for myself, along with a bag of Pirate’s Booty to munch on. When I get back up to the bedroom, the curtains are drawn and the room is mostly dark except for the light coming from the TV. Sven is in the bed with his back to the headboard, his chest bare and his ankles crossed, with the remote resting on his abs.
“I called the club. Everything’s okay,” he tells me as his eyes meet mine.
“Did everyone show up tonight?”
“Everyone except you and me.”
“That’s good. You should probably give Zack a bonus for all the extra work he’s been doing,” I tell him as I put my knees in the bed.
“He gets compensated,” he mutters then asks, “Have you seen The Walking Dead?” as I hand him his beer and crawl toward him on my knees, settling myself close to his side.
“No, what is it?”
“A show on TV. I got the DVDs a few months back but haven’t had time to watch them. I figured we could start now.”
“Sure.” I shrug as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and tucks me closer to him.
Five hours later, my eyes are glued to the TV and my brain is in some kind of trance as the episode we were just watching comes to an end.
“Jesus,” Sven mutters, and I turn to look at him.
“I know,” I whisper, even though I’m not sure if that’s a good ‘Jesus’ or a bad one. “This show is awesome. I mean, I feel bad for Rick, obviously, but wow. He’s a total badass.”
“Badass?” he asks with a smirk. “Isn’t that a bad word?”
“No.” I scrunch up my face and roll my eyes.
“God, you’re cute,” he mutters, searching my face, then asks, “You ready for the next episode?”
Looking at the TV then back to him, I inquire, “How many episodes are there?”
“Not sure. I think I have about four DVDs, and each has about 8 episodes.
“You know, you may get your wish.”
“What?” He chuckles, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I won’t be able to do anything until I’ve seen every episode—no work, no eating, no shower…nothing. This show is rendering me useless.”
“I’m sure I can find a way to take your mind off of it.” He smiles.
“I don’t know. Rick is growing on me.”
His eyes go funny, and next thing I know, my back is to the bed and he’s looming over me, and then his mouth is on mine.
Then his mouth is on another—better—place, proving he can definitely take my mind off the show.
Looking over at Sven and seeing he’s asleep, I reach over him, grab the remote for the TV, push pause, and then roll quietly out of bed and head downstairs. We haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, and I don’t think Pirate Booty or each other can be considered a meal. I’m hungry, and I know Sven will be too when he wakes up.
Heading into the kitchen, I open the fridge and scan the contents. There are two large steaks on one of the shelves, along with two giant mushrooms on another. I have never cooked a steak before, but for Sven, I’ll at least try. Going out the back door off the kitchen, I attempt to light the barbeque. After three failed attempts, I try once more then do a little clap when I see the bars along the bottom light up.
Going back inside, I find a pair of new yellow gloves under the sink, the kind of gloves you use to wash dishes in, so I put them on, go back to the fridge, grab the steaks, and cut them out of the plastic wrapper, setting them on a plate. I take off the gloves, search through the cupboard, and find a few seasonings, sprinkling them on the meat. Heading back to the fridge, I grab the two mushrooms, wash them both off along with a few bell peppers, and cut them in half, placing them on a separate plate from the steaks. Done with all my prep work, I take both plates outside, along with the gloves.