Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 128430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Tilting my head to the side, I wait until she peeks at me under wet eyelashes and say, “I am.” Her smile falls until I add, “I wish I’d gone in sooner.”
21
Story
Wrapped in flannel pajamas with reindeer on them that Cooper surprised me with, I feel light as air lying on this cloud of a bed. I’m just not sure if I owe it to the hotel mattress or the man currently doing push-ups beside it.
I know the answer and roll to my side to get a better look at him. Even with a pair of flannel pants on, I can spend days admiring his shirtless body, but it’s his heart and the beats pumping in his chest, the soul that embodies him that have my pulse racing.
Cooper just did something that no one else has ever even tried. He freed me from my past.
He looks up but never breaks his stride. “Want to join me?” I scramble off the bed and lie on the floor next to him. He laughs. “What are you doing?”
“Joining you.”
Grinning, he moves sideways until he’s over me and keeps pushing up. I score a kiss every time he comes down. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I say, “Thank you.”
“No thanks needed.” He knows without me saying more. He just reads me so well. “I am sorry you had to go through that, and you lost your mom. I know it will be easy to just reply that it’s okay, but I want you to know that it was never okay for that to happen.”
I thought I’d cried enough for a year’s worth of saved-up tears, but shockingly, more surface in the corner of my eyes. This time, I have a chance to wipe them away before they fall.
He stills, and only his eyes move when they search mine. “Why are you crying?”
Wrapping my arms completely around his neck, I pull him closer and kiss him again. “Because I’m so happy. It doesn’t feel real, so if this is a dream, I don’t want to ever wake up from it.”
“If this is a dream, let’s stay asleep together forever.” Moving to the side of me, he says, “I got something for you.” With his body weighted on his right hand and only the side of his right foot, he starts doing push-ups again. His grin beams in pride. “What do you think, babe?”
“I think your strength is incredible.”
He stops and then gets up. Offering me his hands, I raise mine, and he takes hold, helping me to my feet and right into his arms. With my legs wrapped around his middle, he says, “I think your strength is incredible.”
My heart be still, I don’t think this man can make me swoon any more than he already has, and then bam! He does it again.
We kiss, but it’s not frenzied like so many other times. It’s slow and measured, taking our time and enjoying this one sweet moment. When our lips break apart and our eyes open again, he asks, “Do you want more champagne? I can get it from the bathroom or order another bottle?”
“I feel very uncultured saying this since I’ve not actually had real champagne until tonight, but is it bad of me to say that I don’t like it?”
He chuckles. “I’m actually glad to hear you say that.”
“Why?” I lower my feet to the floor, but his arm stays wrapped around my waist, holding me like he’s not ever going to let me go. I don’t mind. In fact, I’ve never felt more at peace than when I’m with him—protected, safe in his arms and in his heart.
“Because when it comes to alcohol or anything else, you shouldn’t drink anything you don’t like.” His hands find my hips, and he sways me. “Can I order you anything else?”
“No. I’m tired and thinking about sleeping in that bed. It’s the most comfortable thing I’ve ever been in.” Dropping my head against his chest, I laugh. “You must think I’m so small town. I keep saying it’s the best, prettiest, most comfortable . . . God, I sound silly.”
“You don’t sound silly. Hey, look at me, babe.” He stops until I’m looking at him again. “You appreciate everything around you. It’s enjoyable to see life through your eyes. You have every reason to be cynical or mad at the world. But you’re not. You find joy and pleasure in things the rest of us will never be able to appreciate or find that same contentment.”
“I do have a reason to be mad.” I move to retrieve a bottle of water from the bar near the entry. This hotel room is amazing, just like Cooper. From the spacious layout to the separate sitting area to the little Christmas tree in the corner, it really is magical in here. So, when I say, “I was mad for years,” it doesn’t reflect my current state. It’s the opposite actually. “But what I found is that I was the one suffering for that anger I carried around. Not the man who did it. Not the world. Not the universe. Not even this town. My mom made nothing more than a blip on page two of the Atterton Gazette as if it was always expected to end that way.”