![]() ![]() ![]() I’ve struggled with it for so long, struggled so much it made my fingertips bleed and it used to be broken but Revenge has fixed it. Stepping out on the porch, I look over the farm, searching for Revenge and find him over at the fence. Afterward I’m so refreshed I feel like a new Addie and I want to show her to Revenge. I sit in the bath for ages, take a quick nap and play with my cats. I haven’t had a break for so long and I do all the things I never get to do. I spend the rest of the day, feeling like a princess. He’s kind to me and that’s all that matters, I decide. Though, I can recognize it’s not exactly the kind of cloak a drifter would wear.īut so what?a voice says in the back of my mind.Even if he wasn’t who he says he is, you’d still wanna keep him. There’s a label on the collar but I don’t recognize the name and I can’t pronounce it. How can his cloak be so soft? It’s nothing like the fabric ever worn by me or my family. I bury my whole face in the fabric and it’s as soft as the butter I churn every weekend. What an exotic fragrance, like ice from the depths of a dark, underwater cave and my lids flutter. Burying my nose in it, I inhale the scent and a moan escapes my lips. It navigates toward him, searches for him even when he’s not in the room and I gravitate toward his cloak. How can he be so commanding, so sure of himself, so full of.authority? A male like him must’ve been taking orders all his life but he speaks like he’s the one giving the orders.Īs a simple girl with a simple mind, it makes my thoughts spin but my body’s responding. I’m about to answer him but he’s already out the door and my heart flutters in my chest. His jaw flexes and he takes off his cloak and puts it on a hanger before turning to me again. He must be exhausted from wandering from door to door but he shakes his head as if he doesn’t want to hear any protests, and I almost let out a whimper at his virility. Your back’s goan ache so much, your poor knees.” “You sit back and rest and let me handle it.” “I’m finishing the work you have left on the farm,” he says and I stare at him. Did I sound needy now? Probably but Revenge doesn’t seem to mind. “Where you goan?” I breathe when he moves toward the exit and he stops in his tracks and I bite my lip. He ate that whole mess simply to avoid hurting my feelings and my limbs feel heavy and warm. He winks at me, before getting up and my face flames. “Why you aint say nothing?” I cry, feeling miserable that he forced all of that down. I put too much and I spit it out and turn to Revenge who regards me calmly. When he says he is, I hurry to clean up, humming to myself and I grab a piece of a leftover still stuck in the pan, before throwing it into the sink and I nearly choke. “And I need to keep on working soon,” I murmur, “there’s a ton of stuff I still need to do on the farm.” I raise my brows. I’ve seen men eat before, didn’t find it particularly exciting but watching Revenge do it, makes me feel like my dress and underwear are all too much for me and aren’t meant to be used when he’s around. He nods and I watch him methodically shove food into his mouth and chew and my stomach coils. “Aren’t you having any?” Revenge asks and I shake my head. “When was the last time you ate?” I whisper and he freezes with his utensils in the air, his eyes narrowing in on mine and I add, “S’okay. Putting my chin in my hand, I watch Revenge dig into his food and a soft and sad smile crosses my face. If my feelings don’t settle, I’m gonna run out of oxygen. Some juice spills on the floor but wow, those are some fast reflexes.įanning myself, I sit down on a chair next to him and I can scarcely breathe. ![]()
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