Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
She takes a deep breath and nods. “You’re special, too, Hunter. I don’t think the break from my life alone would explain the joy I’m feeling. Or even the sex. There’s a coziness, a completeness that I’ve only felt with you, Hunter.”
I said everything short of the four-letter L word, and she did too.
She’s not only hot and funny, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders. As if I need more reasons to like her.
“I’m not telling you to leave, Savvy. I’ll never tell you to leave. I guess it’s more of a note of practicality.” I rub my chin again. “Listen, you just chill here for a bit. I’ll be gone for longer than a minute, but I have faith that somehow, some way, you’ll survive this, babe.”
“I don’t know. Sounds hard. Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to make a quick trip to the gas station. Fill up my truck, and fill up my jerrican. I’ll come back here, and we’ll enjoy the night together, in whatever way we want that to mean. Then tomorrow we’ll go get the car and make a plan on how to get it back to your dad. If we’re going to make something more of this, babe, we gotta be a bit rational and not just be blinded by the intensity of love’s first kiss.”
She lets out a small chuckle. “But the intensity of love’s first kiss is so goooooood.”
I slide on my boots. “Maybe I’ll get us some food too. You got a preference?’
“They probably don’t deliver pizza out here, do they?”
“Sadly, no.”
“That’s the first terrible thing I’ve heard about this place. But I’ll live.”
“And I’ll get you pizza.”
I give her a kiss goodbye and pet the top of her head. She coos up at me, peaceful and content. She gets comfortable on the sofa again, and I think maybe this girl of mine, who has been working every day of her life, can finally rest a bit.
As I step outside the door, I’m hit with that longing too. I just want to have her in my arms. Forever and ever.
But I’m too damn practical minded. I gotta get up and actually get some stuff done.
Life can really suck sometimes.
SIX
savannah
Usually I’m a one-shower-a-day kind of gal, but with everything I’d done in the past twelve hours? A second one would be nice. All the exertion from our walks, the cooking, and the... let’s just call it strenuous, cooperative exercise with Hunter... they all made me work up quite the sweat.
Besides, I think I want to be clean when Hunter comes back. Fresh and ready for more strenuous, cooperative exercise.
Never mind that it’s my third shower in twenty-four hours. I’m not a neat freak; I just want to look my best for him always.
I find myself enjoying the scent of his shampoo too. It isn’t anything special; Hunter isn’t the type to make his hair smell like peaches—just some generic “fresh scent.” But it smells like him, and I can feel myself becoming more and more attached to everything about him as time goes on.
Freshly clean, I slide into his robe, and take a whiff of that too. I can’t really even pretend that I’m not head over heels in love with him, anymore. I told myself if he went and popped the question at that old tree, I’d be rational and say I wasn’t ready, and it’s a tad too forward. But now, simply hours later?
Damn. I never expected it to happen so fast. I always thought it was simply a dramatic effect when I saw it in movies and TV.
I wander around the cabin. If he is getting pizza, I can’t make dinner for him, so I just get the dishes done and poke around his cabinets to see if there is anything fancy I could make.
He has a liquor cabinet. Some gin, some tonic, and I remembered how I already knew how to make one of those. It was more than just combining them, it was about getting the right balance. Sure, legally I’m not allowed to go buy alcohol on my own, but my dad never cared about that. I turned fourteen, and he taught me how to make his favorite drink, which wasn’t all that hard, considering it was scotch, neat.
I had no idea what was Hunter’s favorite, but given he had the ingredients here, I decide to prepare a gin and tonic, to have it ready for when he gets back. He also had some bottled orange screwdrivers, which made me smile. One: It was my preferred choice when I committed the horrible sin of underage drinking. Two: It reminds me of the kind of man Hunter is. He isn’t so ruled by his vision of masculinity that he’d refuse what was seen as a girly drink. He likes what he likes, and he doesn’t give a heck who judges him.