Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
He scoops me up and kicks the door closed. I attempt to protest lazily. “You don’t have to carry me.”
“I’m not going to deny myself the pleasure of having you in my arms, even if it’s purely an innocent action.” I can’t deny myself either, so I snuggle against his chest, breathing him in. As soon as we’re inside, he marches me upstairs. “I’ll give you a tour later. You need rest.”
He flicks the lights with his one hand but refuses to set me down until we’re in the room.
“Um, I was wondering if I can take a shower?”
“You can. Give me a minute and I’ll wrap your arm to protect the stitches.” He comes back with cellophane and wraps my arm. “I’ll turn on the shower and I’ll set out some clothes for you to wear. They’re probably going to float on you, but I’ll order something online to arrive in the morning.”
“That’s too much. I just need to get my clothes from my house.”
“No, it’s not safe. I’ll take you on my day off if that makes you feel better.”
“Okay.” He kisses my forehead and leaves the room.
The bathroom is right out of a dream, but then again, so is the bedroom. I’m sure the rest of the place is equally awesome if he’d turned on the lights to let me see it. The water feels so good on my skin that I let it flow for minutes without moving. I should be washing up, but I’m so comfortable. I can’t remember the last time I truly felt that way. It had to be before my father met my stepmother. It’s been eight years of torture. Could it truly be over? Could Edward be the one? More than likely not, but a part of me wants to find out. He’s so damn handsome that I can barely breathe when he turns those pretty ocean-colored eyes on me. At least I have a temporary place to stay.
A half hour or so later, I turn off the water, wrapping a towel around my body. When I step into the bedroom, I see a set of clothes laid out on the bed for me. There’s a plain grey T-shirt and a choice between boxers or shorts. The shorts look way too big, so I pick the black cotton boxers. I’m skinny, but as I slide the boxers over my ass, I realize I have a round bottom. After I dress, I decide to look around the room, wondering if he plans to come back in or if that was goodnight.
I open the closet, and it’s full of his clothes. It dawns on me that it’s his bedroom. Is he planning to have sex with me tonight? I hope not. It’s not that I’m not interested, but we don’t know each other.
Edward knocks on the bedroom door. I jump and quickly close the closet door and run lightly to the edge of the bed before saying, “Come in.”
“I’m glad they fit a little. I did take your undergarments and robe to order you some new clothes and then tossed them in the washer. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I’m grateful for all that you’ve done for me.”
“You don’t have to be, but I came to check on you before bed.”
“I’m fine. Goodnight, Edward.”
“Goodnight.” He walks out again, and I want to run out there and ask if he wants to share the bed with me. It makes no sense how being away from him actually aches in my chest.
Chapter 4
Edward
I mentally read off all of the known STIs that I can over and over as I try to force myself out of the bedroom. It pains me to leave her as if she’s going to disappear as if she’s just a dream. I stand in the middle of the hall, stopping and listening in case she needs me. Finally, I leave and work my way downstairs unable to find an excuse to stay there. Going into the linen closet, I pull out a sheet and throw for my makeshift bed on the sofa.
“Hey, Jackie boy, how are you hanging?” The dog twists his head, wondering what I’m doing as I shake out some sheets to toss over the cushions. I have a second bedroom but it’s not furnished, so I prepare the sofa for the night. I’ve slept on much less comfortable spots over the years. It’s the one thing you learn as a doctor—how to sleep anywhere and anytime.
He whines and rubs his nose on my arm. “I found you a momma, Jack, but we’ll tell her that later. You’re going to love her, but she’s mine, boy.” He whines again, and that means he wants to go out. It’s too late for a stroll and I’m not getting dressed again, so I take him out to the backyard to do his business. The rain has lightened up, but it’s still too wet for him, so he makes his bathroom break quick and we’re back in the house. Filling up his bowls, I walk over to the sofa and make myself comfortable.