Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Good guess.” We were quiet for a moment and I listened to him breathe. “I miss you too.”
“I’ll be home in a couple of days. We’re kind of ridiculous. You know that, right?”
“Yes!” I laughed, glad I wasn’t alone in this. “Sadie and Owen were giving me shit. Apparently, I’m mopey. I blame you. You’re fucking with me.”
Sean chuckled. “You like it. Don’t pretend you don’t, Mr. Harris. And you’re fucking with me too because I’m mopey as shit.”
“At least we’re fucked in the head together, Mr. Wright.”
“We are,” he replied.
“So, how’s it going?”
I listened while Sean told me about the accounts he was trying to land and the meetings he’d had. They were back to back, which was why he was gone for a week, but it would prevent him from having to leave again soon, which I was quietly thankful for.
He asked how my work was going, and I told him.
“What are you doing right now?” he questioned.
“Watching a special on the architecture of the Colosseum in Rome.”
“Tell me about it?” he asked and damned if I didn’t smile at the question. He wasn’t asking because it was truly something he cared about. He was asking for me and I knew it.
So I told him. We talked about how when it was first built, the floor could be removed so it could be flooded for sea battles. It amazed me to think of what they’d been capable of so long ago.
Sean listened and asked questions as though it mattered. And I guess it did because it was important to me and that meant Sean cared about it, the same as I was with him.
The show ended, and I turned off the TV and turned out the lights.
I stripped and then climbed into bed to keep talking to him.
He told me about Atlanta and this little restaurant he’d gone to with Lee. How his friend teased him the same way Sadie and Owen had teased me. It was late for him, three hours ahead but every time I mentioned it, he said he was fine.
We talked like we did that night he’d had the nightmare only not about anything heavy. I felt like a teenager, who thought the world might end because my boyfriend wasn’t with me.
“How did this happen?” I asked when hours had passed.
“I don’t know…but it did,” he said. “The how of it doesn’t matter, just that it happened.”
I guess you never really knew what would happen, how your life would change and what would be the catalyst of it. Life was both fragile and incredible. We’d seen the fragile with Brady and my parents, and now we were seeing the other side of it.
“Ugh. I’m basically spouting poetry in my head,” I teased. “You better be as whipped as I am.”
Sean was quiet, so quiet I wasn’t sure he was there anymore and then he said, “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”
That time, it was my turn to pause. Fear clung to me, ripped at me. I wasn’t going to lie about that because this was how you got hurt, letting people in. Still, I couldn’t lie to him. Couldn’t let him be braver than I was. “I’m in love with you too.”
“Had to go and show me up by not adding the pretty sure, huh?” he said playfully.
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.”
“I’m in love with you too,” he said again.
“Wow…the world didn’t end.”
“No, it didn’t.”
“God, I can’t wait to fuck you again. Now we get to say that when I’m balls deep in that sexy, fucking ass of yours. It’ll be like they do in the movies.”
“Or books,” he replied and we laughed together.
It was late, late as hell for him, so I told him again, “You need to get some sleep. I’ll let you go.”
“Night, Mr. Harris,” he said.
“Night, Ninja,” I replied.
And then I hung up the phone.
Huh. Love. Who the fuck would have thought?
It was lunch the next day when my secretary rang my office. “Good afternoon, Mr. Harris. There’s a Mr. Wright here to see you.”
My pulse shot up. No…he couldn’t have. Did he? “I’ll be right there.”
I went straight for the door and to the lobby. As I rounded the corner, I said, “You really must have missed me.”
“Sure thing, but I have a feeling I’m not the Wright you were hoping for.” Johnnie grinned.
Well, that was embarrassing. My pulse went a little haywire. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
He nodded. “Sure is. I thought I’d stop in to see if you wanted to go to lunch. Sean’s raved about your building and I wanted to see it, also some café you guys go to. Thought I could kill two birds with one stone.”
Fucking Sean. I smiled. I knew exactly what he was doing. Even from Atlanta, he was trying to take care of me.