Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
He sits up in one motion, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush against him. His mouth finds mine, and I come apart, shaking, crying out into his kiss. He follows me over, groaning against my lips, his whole body tensing and releasing.
I feel his warm release spill inside of me before collapsing back onto the bed.
He laughs against my neck. I love that sound. It’s a real laugh too. I noticed last night he faked some, but I get it. When we’d first gotten to the wedding, it was intense, to say the least. Everyone knew him and wanted to talk to him. I did enjoy listening to Wells, though; the man is smart, brilliant.
“Good morning.” He nibbles at my neck. I can only smile and moan in agreement. I have completely melted into this bed, and I’m never moving, if only. “You’re insatiable.”
“Me?” I laugh. “You were already hard. I thought I was being helpful.”
He groans again, pulling me closer. “Helpful. Christ. You sure you were a virgin?” I tilt my head back to look into his eyes. We both know I was. The evidence had been on the sheets.
“You make me sound like a goddess.” I was worried I wouldn’t have a clue of what I was doing when it came to sex, but with Wells, it comes naturally.
“Because you are.”
His phone buzzes. He ignores it. It buzzes again and again, insistent.
“Someone’s persistent,” I say, tracing patterns on his shoulder. I hate that my first thought is that it might be Cordelia. I don’t know what to make of her, if I’m just being unsure or the vibe I’m really getting from her is correct. Everyone else in his family thinks she’s wonderful.
Caldwell reaches for his phone with one hand, keeping a firm hold on me with the other. I watch his face shift, and I know it’s not good.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Parents want us for breakfast.”
I’m still lying against him. “Us?”
“You and me.” He sets the phone down, tipping my chin up. “Hey. It’s just breakfast.”
When he first said it, I thought he meant just him, which had been a little disappointing. That was until he clarified the “us” part. I might want to go back to my previous state, because while that was disappointing, the idea of breakfast is terrifying. I’m sure after last night I didn’t win any points with them. Especially with Wells dipping out early because of me. I’m sure Eleanor loved that.
I can already feel the walls closing in. Everything from yesterday comes flooding back in. How can one day be so perfect but horrible too?
“I should shower,” I say, untangling myself from his arms before he can stop me. He sits up and watches me scurry to the bathroom. I quickly close the door and lean against it, trying to get my nerves under control.
“Beautiful,” Wells says from the other side of the door. He doesn’t try to open it. “I’ll let you hide for ten minutes, then I’m coming in.”
“Thank you,” I tell him because that’s what I need. A moment to gather myself and still survive in us. Wells always comes to find me. I’m not used to that. I’m often left behind.
I dress carefully, a simple navy dress from the options he provided, and when I emerge, he’s waiting, impossibly handsome in dark jeans and a white shirt, his hair still wet, having slipped into the shower after me.
It was kind of nice, the two of us just getting ready. It felt normal, domestic. But that’s not real. We’re in a hotel, and I’m sure life back home is a whole lot different. That’s only a reminder that our time will come to an end. That makes my stomach twist more than this breakfast we have to attend with his parents.
Actually, his dad hadn’t been bad. He went out of his way to try to include me. I’m sure he and I would have hit it off if it weren’t for Cordelia monopolizing the entire conversation.
“You look beautiful,” Wells says, pressing a kiss to my lips. “We don’t have to go. You only have to say the word.”
“It’s fine.” If I want what we have to be real, to give it a chance, I can’t hide from his family.
“Pretty sure fine doesn’t mean fine at all.”
I snort a laugh. “I’m good, how about that?”
He takes my hand and kisses the back of it before tangling our fingers together to head downstairs.
The restaurant is nearly empty, which somehow makes it worse. His parents have a private terrace reserved. Either that is their norm or they’re going to have a talk with us that they don’t want anyone to overhear. I’m going to guess the latter.
“There they are,” his father says with a warm smile. He’s been very welcoming from the start. It helps me relax some. “The lovebirds.”