Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Probably the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, but maybe that’s just because he’s a sex god and I’m still drunk on his pheromones. He’s released so much oxytocin into my bloodstream that it’s a wonder I’ve survived the overdose.
We walk to the door and out into the corridor, “At least nobody will be able to recognize me in this abominable snowman outfit,” I say as we arrive at the elevator and push the button.
“Lucky you.” He twists his lips as if unimpressed.
Oh…shit. I didn’t even think when I asked him to leave the resort. If he’s seen here will it have implications for him on the outside? “It is okay if we leave, isn’t it?” I ask him.
“Well too late now, isn’t it?” he mutters as we get into the elevator and turn toward the doors.
Does he have someone on the outside?
Shit….
The reason he came here flashes through my mind, we have to do that for him when we get back. I don’t want him to go home with regrets.
He came here with a goal and I need to make sure we get it done.
The elevator doors open and we step out into the foyer, he walks slightly in front of me out through the front doors of the resort and down the driveway.
I scamper to keep up, and once at the end of the driveway and out onto the country road he turns to wait for me.
“What’s the rush?” I ask.
“We’re in a fucking kink club, Doe. Not something I want as common knowledge. What if I know someone in there?”
“Oh….” I hadn’t thought of that. “Well if they’re also here, they have a hidden kink too.”
He chuckles and I link my arm through his as we walk. When I breathe out fog comes out of my mouth. “It is cold.”
“Like I told you.”
“Does it snow where you live?” I ask.
“Yes.” He glances down at me. “Not from where you’re from?”
“No.” I think for a moment. “I’ve only seen snow once before.”
“What?” He seems surprised.
“Yeah, it was on a school camp. We went to the Rockies. It was a ski trip although I didn’t ski.”
“Why didn’t you ski?”
“We couldn’t afford the ski hire costs so I just watched my friends.”
“How much was the ski hire?”
I shrug as we walk. “I don’t know, I think it was like sixty-five dollars. My dad already took a second job…third job, actually, so that I could go on the trip at all.”
He listens as we walk.
“My mom died when I was young and….” My voice trails off.
He stays quiet as he waits for me to finish.
“My dad had to give up his full-time day job to look after us, he worked night shifts so that we could stay overnight at Grandma’s. We just scraped by so any extra activities were a treat.”
He nods once as if acknowledging my story and we walk in silence for a while.
“How many siblings do you have?” he eventually asks.
“I have a sister and a brother.” I kiss his shoulder. “Do you have any siblings?”
“I have a sister and a brother too.” He smiles as if thinking of them fondly. “They’re the light of my life.”
“That’s nice.” I smile. “And your parents?”
“I lost my mother too.”
My face falls. “Oh no. How?”
“Car accident.”
“Did your family struggle?” I ask as I look up at him.
“Very much so, we still do.”
My heart aches for him, what are the chances we share that same grief?
“What do you do for work.” He asks to change the subject.
“I’m a math teacher.”
He frowns as if surprised, “Would never have picked that.”
“Well.” I shrug, “Numbers are my thing, what can I say.”
I walk along and I have a question on the tip of my tongue that I’ve been dying to ask. “Are you wealthy?”
“In some things.” He stares out over the rolling green hills as we walk. “What makes you ask that?”
“Your accent. The way you sound.”
“My accent?” He smiles as if fascinated. “How do I sound?”
“Like an English nobleman or something.”
He chuckles. “How many English nobleman do you know?”
“Well, none.” I giggle. “I was confused because I’m pretty sure that English nobleman don’t know how to fuck like that.”
He throws his head back and laughs out loud.
“I’m being serious.” I smile up at him. “I think maybe you’re a porn star or something. I’ve never met anyone before who has sex like you.”
“Sex like me, what is sex like me?” He smiles.
“So….” I widen my eyes. “Great.”
“Great.” He repeats the word. “I don’t like the word great.” He scrunches up his nose. “Great sounds very average to me.”
“You are anything but average.” I laugh. “Believe me.”
“Yeah, yeah, keep digging.” He smiles as he walk. “This hole is deep, Doe.”
I laugh and think for a moment. “Okay great isn’t the best word. I would describe our sex last night as…” I narrow my eyes as I try to articulate myself, “…life changing.”