Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Chapter 12
Lily
Reckless and careless, that’s probably what Beau and I were being the remainder of our Sunday we spent together. We never left his bed unless it was for necessities, and even then, Beau or I would just bring food to bed with us. I hated like hell when the afternoon turned into evening and I knew I had to head home, wanting to get back before the sun set and the sky turned from burnt oranges, reds, and pinks into pitch black. Beau wasn’t impressed and followed me home. He even came inside my apartment, did a check, kissed me thoroughly, and then I watched him from my living room window as he left. A piece of my heart leaving with him.
My house, which usually feels warm and welcoming, is awfully quiet tonight. It might be that the only sounds I can hear in the background are the quiet hum of the appliances, the ticking of a clock, and the whir of the ceiling fan. So different from Beau’s place. There are no animals in the distance, no looking outside and seeing nothing but land, grass that feels crisp and cool beneath your feet. It’s a stark comparison, that’s for sure.
“Oh well, you better get your butt ready for work tomorrow,” I say to the empty room. Beau and I took a shower earlier today, after which I slid on one of his shirts, just for it to be taken off when we tumbled back into bed. That’s what happens when your own clothes get shredded to pieces, well, besides my skirt. That wasn’t ripped up, but my panties were a lost cause, and the tank top was eventually trashed when we couldn’t get me out of it fast enough.
I meander to my bedroom, needing to get ready for bed but not really wanting too. It’s quite the fashion statement wearing a shirt of Beau’s, a pair of his sweatpants, and, of course, my boots. When he came in and did a full apartment check, I was worried what his first impression would be. This place is a stark contrast to his. Then my next thought was that I really hoped I didn’t leave something out, whether it be dirty clothes or something of the other dirty variety. My mental checklist was going crazy. When he came back with a grin on his face, I was sure he found something. Beau didn’t say anything, and I’m shocked I didn’t dart around my apartment to see what could have caused that look on his face. Instead, I chose to watch him leave. Now that I’m in my room and see everything is in its rightful place, I’m even more intrigued. I’d call or text Beau, but I know he’s still driving.
That’s probably why, when I move to put my phone on the nightstand, I see a note. My stomach drops, thinking the worst, until I see that it has Beau’s scrawl on it.
Lil,
Thanks for the great weekend. Here’s to many more.
Love,
Beau
God, this man, he’s so much more, and there aren’t enough words to describe him—kind, caring, compassionate. And when he’s deep inside me, giving off those alpha vibes even when I’m the one on top, it’s the best of everything. Not that he let me stay on top for long, especially once we moved into the bedroom.
I place the note back down on my nightstand. At first, I thought he brought it, but he clearly used the pencil and notepad I leave on my nightstand in case a new candy idea hits my imagination. Now I’ll probably never use that same notepad again. I don’t want to ruin his note. I’ll cherish it forever. I look at it one last time, step out of my boots, strip off Beau’s clothes, knowing full well I’ll be putting his shirt back on again to sleep in, and make my way to the shower.
I’m just about to turn on the water in the bathroom when I hear my phone ring. I have no idea who it is but worry it could be my brother, I head back to answer it, wrapping a towel around me as I go.
A smile lights up within me when I see it’s my parents’ phone number. Even all these years later, with Vincent and me out of the house, they still keep a house phone as well as their cell phones, though they share the cell phone, which makes no sense to me, but it works for them.
“Hey, Mama and Papa,” I say when I answer the phone.
“My baby girl, news is traveling around town.” The joy in my mother’s voice carries.
“Is it good news?” I play along. I’m sitting on my bed now, knowing this conversation isn’t going to be a short one.
“Well, that depends. Do you have something you need to tell your papa and me?”