Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
I hear her giggling in the guest room next door, and it twists something inside me. The warm, comforting sound, mixed with an occasional soft bark from Chewy makes my chest feel tight in a way I never expected to feel. The little guy had made himself at home, probably claiming the entire bed for himself, and it’s almost endearing how she fusses over him. But all I can think about is how Willow’s laughter, sass, and unfiltered confidence radiate from her.
“Get a grip, Lennox,” I mutter to myself, turning onto my side, but it doesn’t help. My mind pulls me back to the way her hair flicked over her shoulder earlier when she rolled her eyes at my lame excuse about my cooking skills. God, just looking at her makes my insides feel like they’re being put through a damn washing machine.
With a low growl of frustration, I kick the covers off, needing something to occupy my restless energy. I find myself wandering the house a little bit before heading to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and pull out a beer.
I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked when she laughed, and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she teased me about my lack of culinary skills. At some point today, she reached right into my chest and stole my goddamn heart.
Eventually, I plop down onto the couch, my mind still swirling with images of Willow. Picturing the way she rolled her eyes at me, the sound of her voice curling around me like smoke… Fuck. I’m in so goddamn much trouble. I’ve always heard the stories about the “magical” Silver Spoon Falls water and its ability to find soulmates for even the most steadfast bachelors, but I thought it was all bullshit. I guess the universe decided it’s my turn to experience the water’s power.
I let out a long sigh. Fuck. I’m losing my mind. I stare out the picture window, resigned to the fact it’s going to be a goddamn long night.
It’s around two in the morning when I finally drift off, still sitting on the sofa, the oppressive quiet of the house fading into a hazy dreamscape. The first flickers of sleep are punctuated by visions of Willow, but they’re not the wholesome kind. Nope, it’s something darker, fueled by my desire for her.
In my dream, she’s right there next to me. Her hair flows like molten chocolate, cascading down her shoulders and framing her face in waves. The inviting hint of her soft curves beckons to me, and I can feel a primal and heady magnetic pull. We’re outside and the night is warm with stars twinkling brightly, but all I can focus on is her.
“Come here, Lennox.” She stares into my eyes, her voice sultry and filled with promise. I can’t resist her, my body responding before my mind has time to catch up. I take a step closer, every instinct within me screaming to touch, to feel.
In true dream fashion, she somehow manages to wear a skintight black outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. It clings to her curves, hugging her body like it was made specifically for her. And lord, is it working. That mix of playful and sultry ignites something deep inside me, raising my heart rate like I’ve just chased down a fugitive.
“Willow,” I breathe, and in this dream world, it feels like velvet brushing against my tongue. I reach for her, fingers brushing against her skin as electrifying sparks shoot up my arm. She arches into my touch with a sultry smile curling her lips, and it sends me spinning.
“Is this what you wanted?” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck as she pulls closer, the heat radiating off her body making my pulse race. I can’t fight it; I pull her against me. Our bodies fit together like a goddamn puzzle.
As her soft hand slowly slides down the front of my body, my eyes pop open to find my empty living room filled with early morning sunlight. I sit up, wincing as my neck protests me sleeping in a crazy goddamn position. Fucking hell. Having her right across the hall might cause me to lose my goddamn mind.
Chapter 4
Willow
I blink awake as the first light of dawn creeps through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, golden hue. Darn it. I hate my inability to sleep past five am. Chewy is sprawled out next to me, snoring softly with his tongue hanging out through his teeth.
“Time to wake up, little man,” I whisper, ruffling his fur. He stirs, giving me a disgruntled look before rolling over with a grumble.
While he stretches and protests the early morning wake-up, I throw on some sweats and a t-shirt. I head to the en suite and quickly rush through my early morning routine without bothering with makeup since I don’t have a job. When I return to my room, I find Chewy chasing his tail.