Chapters (66)
- PREFACE
- Full Page Image
- ONE
- TWO
- One week ago
- THREE
- Present day
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
"Let me tell you about this book." I change the topic. Instead of talking about me, it's easier to talk about one of my favorite books. And so I recount a story in which the heroine is a poor seamstress and the hero is a handsome duke. Due to the difference in their stations, their relationship is forbidden, and the duke wants to make the heroine his mistress. The heroine, however, could never live with herself if she had to stay on the sidelines and watch her beloved marry someone of an appropriate station, so she decides to run away, but not before seeing the duke one last time.
Ze listens attentively, which makes me surprisingly happy. It's such a pity that he doesn't believe people should read for fun, but I aim to remedy that. Stories give us life. It's unfair that he's never experienced this before.
His eyes are on me, vivid emotions playing on his face as I reach a poignant scene in the story where the heroine gives the hero one last kiss before she's about to leave him.
"And?" he asks impatiently when I pause. "What happened?" He leans forward, his lips parted almost as if he held his breath for what's to come.
I smile at his enthusiasm.
"He realized she left him the next day and went after her."
I spare him the raunchy details of their reunion since I remember far too well his reaction to The Game of Thrones episode. Instead, I give him the PG-13 version of how they made up and the fact that the hero decided to defy society's expectations for her and make her his wife.
"That's it?" He blinks.
"After they married, they lived happily ever after," I finish, releasing a soft yawn.
"That can't be the end," he complains. "There must be more to the story!"
"Nope, that's it," I say, my voice sleepy. "You can use your imagination for what happens next."
"But I want you to tell me." He pouts.
My brows shoot up in surprise.
"I can tell you other stories. But not now. I'm too tired..." I trail off.
He stares at me.
"Tomorrow?" he asks in a low, hopeful voice.
"Yeah, sure," I answer automatically just as my eyes close.
I snuggle closer to the warmth of the fire and the soft material cushioning my face. And as I drift off to sleep, my thoughts stray to Nikki.
Is he around, I wonder...
THIRTY
Warm sunlight bathes my face. Slowly, I creep my eyes open, rubbing them gently with my hands to chase the sleep away. But as I turn on my back, I have to blink twice to make sure I'm seeing right. That's when I notice that I'm lying down on a soft material. Ze's sitting with his legs crossed, holding his hands by his side so he won't touch me. But that doesn't change the fact that I've been sleeping on his lap.