Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
All the times I’d walked by my windows in a towel, or not in anything at all played through my mind. Did he watch me as I watched him? I’d be a liar if I said didn’t want him to see when I lay on my bed and touched myself imagining it was him.
His phone lit up with an incoming text. I glanced at the name and resisted the urge to throw it out the window. I looked away not wanting to see any of the text and realizing he never text me.
“Go ahead and read it.” he implored me, moving closer.
I slid him a look. “I don’t want to see your text messages.”
“Maybe not, but I would rather you see I’m not talking to anyone else than let your imagination run wild with different scenarios.”
“Why do you do this?” I used my toes to turn the chair towards him. “It doesn’t matter if you’re talking to someone else, we don’t talk at all. You did that before too. You made it seem like we’re something we aren’t.”
“I didn’t know you needed it spelled out from me what we are.”
“You’re purposely trying to confuse me. Does this method work for you with other girls? I can’t imagine it does. Well, then again, I assume half the girls you pursue would dumb themselves down just to…”
Seeing the look on his face, I let the sentence trail off with an irritated sigh. “I’m glad you find this so enjoyable.”
“I’m not laughing at you, baby girl. I’m smiling because I love how your mind works. You’re more than just a pretty face.”
I replayed everything I’d just said and frowned. “I didn’t say anything that wise or intelligent.”
“Every word out of your mouth is intelligent, for the most part.” With a slight shake of his head, he moved away from the door and came to stand in front of the chair. He placed one hand beside my head and leaned over me. “And I’m not trying to confuse you. I want you to know what this is and isn’t.”
I crossed my arms and nudged his leg with my foot. “Okay, enlighten me then.”
His imperceptible stare had goosebumps breaking out up and down my arms.
Without warning, he lowered himself onto the floor. I started and sat taller. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Getting on your knees, but why?”
He grinned and pushed my legs apart, settling his torso between them and placing his hands on either side of my waist.
My stomach dropped to the floor. He was tall enough that we were practically at eye level.
“Who am I down on my knees for?”
“Me,” I replied softly.
“That’s right. You. Only you, Rosie.”
I slowly placed my hands on his shoulders, reveling in the feel of his warm skin pressed against my thighs. “For someone that doesn’t date, you’ve got an odd sense of loyalty,” I murmured, using his own wording against him.
“I don’t date, and neither do you. Dating is for fun, trying to find a partner or something that leads to marriage. I can have all of that with you.” He trailed his fingers down my thighs, smirking when my breath audibly caught.
“I think it’s time for us to stop dancing around the inevitable.” He pulled me closer. “I know you watch me, Rose. I’ve been watching you too. Why do you think I’m so possessive and obsessed with you? You’ve been mine since long before that first hello.”
His casual confession had blood rushing to my head and my cheeks heating. Outwardly I barely held my composure, inside I was screaming and crying. I wondered what his watching entailed exactly. I slid my arms around his neck.
“So, if anyone needs to know, I’m yours and you’re mine. You can shout it from the rooftops. I’ll put it on every billboard in this town and the next. We can send out flyers.”
I laughed, unable to stop a cheesy grin from spreading across my face. “That would probably be too much. Grandpa might have a heart attack and I would like for him to be around for a good while yet.”
His expression slackened, something I was quickly learning was normal for him. His complete lack of emotion or vitality would scare the hell out of most people. Not me, though. I was finding it to be more and more attractive. Constantine in general was just too freaking gorgeous, and right now he was on his knees for me. Que more internal screaming.
When he was quiet for a minute too long after my mentioning Grandpa, I tentatively broached the subject. “You don’t have a problem with my grandpa, do you? He’s never outwardly mentioned anything, but he doesn’t talk to me about all the…stuff.”
“No, on the contrary, your family has always been close with mine. But that’s a story for another time.” He leaned forward and place a kiss on the center of my chest. “And for your peace of mind, I wasn’t ignoring you until now or avoiding you, I was out of town until a few hours ago.”