Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Yes, wait for me in there.” I kiss the hinge of his jaw before he laughs and walks away.
I sit in the chair, knowing once he comes back, he will sit in the chair right next to me instead of sitting in the one in front of me. I take out my phone and open my Instagram, showing me I was tagged in a couple of pictures from Grace. One of them is the four of us last night. Nash stands behind me with his one arm wrapped around the top of my chest. My arm is folded up and linked with his dangling fingers, while his other hand is around my waist, trying to grab my other hand. My head is turned to the side, smiling at him, while he grins back at me. It was right before he leaned in and kissed me. My eyes only look at the two of us before I double tap it and write a heart comment.
“I knew you weren’t coming,” Nash huffs when he slides into the seat beside me. “I even waited.”
I look over at him. “Too bad you didn’t hold your breath. It would have been a very bad flight.” I turn the phone toward him. “Did you see this picture?”
“I did.” He takes out his own phone, and I see our wedding picture is his screen saver, and then shows me his Instagram where I see he’s cropped Caine and Grace out. “Caine even wrote a comment,” he says, and I grab his phone to read it. “You forgot to tag my hand that’s cut off, dick.” That makes me laugh. “I want to get it framed.”
“Okay,” I tell him as the plane takes off. It takes us ten minutes before he gets up and pulls me out of the chair to go sit on the couch. I go through my emails quickly when he lunges, putting his head in my lap. “Comfy?”
“I’d be more comfy if you took off your shirt and I could sleep on your tits, but this will do.” My hand comes down to play with his hair as I scroll through my to-do list and add a couple of things. When I look down, he’s asleep, and I refuse to move to wake him up. He wakes up three hours later, looking up at me. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I tell him.
“Are you watching cat videos?” he questions, annoying me that he knows what I’m doing.
“No.” I turn the phone off. “We are landing any second,” I tell him.
He reaches around my head, pulling me down to him. “Kiss me, baby.” Here in the middle of the private plane, while we are landing, I kiss him.
I’m exhausted by the time we get in the car and are on the way to his house. “Tired?” he asks, and I nod. “We’ll get you home and fed and then you can go to bed.” He looks over at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?” I ask.
“I was just thinking that maybe you might miss your family.” I turn my head to look at this fucking man. Never, and I mean never, in my life has someone taken the time to think about how I feel. I mean, sure, my family, but not a man in this universe has gone to that extent.
“Yeah,” I say, clearing my voice when I feel it fill with a golf ball, “but I’m okay.”
“Maybe we can invite Zara to come out here for a week,” he suggests. I look out the window instead of to him, the tears filling my eyes, making it hard to see. “See if she’s free.”
“Okay,” I reply, hoping like fuck my voice doesn’t crack. He doesn’t say anything else as we make our way over to his house. We go through a wrought-iron gate when he puts in a code and then turns down the street toward his house.
He slows down and turns into a driveway, and I finally get a look at his house. The lights from inside illuminate the outside. He stops the car, and I get out to take a better look. There are two double-car garage doors. He opens the trunk and takes the bags to the front door. The house looks like it’s all windows in the front, but you can’t see in. You can only see the illumination from the lights. Even the front door looks like it’s all glass all the way to the roof.
“Shall we?” He holds out his hand, smiling at me, and I know he’s probably nervous I won’t like his house. I walk with him up the driveway to the front door, going up the three steps. He stops at the door and enters the code before turning to me, grabbing me around my waist, and picking me up.