Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“And you’ve never done that before?” I ask her with mock sarcasm, my body rocking with silent laughter when I feel her shrug.
I know she hasn’t, and just like everything with her, she’s done it perfectly.
“Is it… is it like that every time?” she asks after a long silence.
“I sure hope so,” I let her know, blowing air out from my cheeks, amazed anything could feel so good.
More than anything, I’m relieved she’s not going anywhere from now on. I’ll make sure of that. This thing we have between us? It’s not the kind of thing I want to lose a grip on.
“I want you so bad, Jasmine,” I hear myself murmur, making her look up at me with a strange expression.
“You’ve got me, James. I’m not going anyplace,” she assures me, nestling back into my chest, stifling a yawn after a while as I trace my fingers through her hair. Her own fingers make circles in my chest hair that tickle then catch, making me wince until I smile.
It isn’t long before we both fall asleep, still fully aware of the kind of sleep I guess only true lovers can know.
The best dream will be knowing I’m going to wake up again and still be holding her in my arms. I will do the same every time we go to bed for the rest of our lives. It’s the kind of feeling that makes staying in bed all day seem like it should be mandatory. I think it will be for us. For the rest of today, at least.
I only move to make her more comfortable now and then. It looks like Jasmine likes to run in her sleep, but I don’t mind.
It’s having her here. That’s all I need.
Every thought I have now is about our future.
That and something to eat when I feel my belly grumble with hunger after the light outside turns gray again. The rain is still running in silent silver rivers down the massive panes of glass as I ease myself out of our bed, scratching my stomach and yawning with sleepy contentment as I make my way through to the massive kitchen. The whole place suddenly feels brand new now that she’s here. Wide open spaces and rooms aplenty, it has all the makings of a busy, noisy, and productive home.
I smile to myself as I try to keep the noise down, so I don’t wake her, already knowing that it won’t be long before silence like this will be a rare thing. It’ll be bottles, diapers, and babies filling every corner, and soon if I have my way.
For now, it’s some leftovers that I gnaw on, standing naked by the fridge, still shaking my head. I really am the luckiest man alive. I can’t take all the credit. My new lifelong teammate is only feet away, and I’m already planning a dinner for us both that’ll be light-years from leftovers.
Anything she wants and a ton of stuff she doesn’t need are already hers.
And that flower shop of hers? She doesn’t have to do another day’s work as long as she lives if she doesn’t want to.
I get so excited. I feel like waking Jasmine up to tell her all this—really spell it out for her. The thought of how happy it’ll make her plays on my mind like a surprise gift I can’t wait to open.
I scoop up the tangled remains of our clothes when her phone drops out, and I figure the least I can do is rearrange everything, so it doesn’t look like a crime scene before I go back to her.
I fold her clothes and set them on the bed with her phone on top before I sit on the edge of the bed. I could watch her sleep forever, but I’m already craving those baby blues staring back at me. I’m not sorry when I hear her mewing in her sleep and rolling over.
She lifts her lids slowly at first, and then I watch them widen as she smiles and purrs.
“Hi,” I rasp, already feeling my greedy organ pulsing to life at the sight of her.
If she’s awake, it means we can do things…
“Hi,” she whispers in a husky tone, clearing her throat and signaling me to pour her some water from the glass pitcher on the bedside table.
“Thanks,” she murmurs, holding the tall lead crystal glass with both hands and draining it in a way that makes me stifle a groan.
Is there anything she does that isn’t a fucking turn-on?
“I needed that,” she smiles, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and letting herself fall back onto the mountain of pillows behind her. I wonder if she means the water or the large deposit of my seed I made in her earlier.
Her eyes move to her clothes and phone, drawing a little sound of approval. “You didn’t have to do that,” she murmurs, reaching for her phone out of habit. My hand reaches for hers, stopping her for a moment.