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Is the snow whiter?

Novel By: Kirkyb
Romance


What would you do to have your dream job? Give up everything and everyone or just let the dream fall away. I’d done that let the dream fall away to make people happy and I’d been miserable as all hell. So what do you do…? You run, you run and you don’t look back and hope to God the grass is way greener or the snow much whiter
Michelle Deering or Chelle to her friends,Covers it well hides the truth and gets on with it until somethings can't be hidden for much longer. View table of contents...


Submitted:Feb 26, 2013    Reads: 509    Comments: 21    Likes: 6   


…….. I grasped on to Becketts as we both tried to calm down, the sheen of sweat on both of us was highlighted in the flickering light from the fire, I frowned as the lamp was on the floor on its side knocked over in the midst of … ,y mind went blank as I felt fingers trailing up and down my thigh.

"You think we should go shower?" I murmured as I caught the ring in his nipple between my thumb and forefinger and tugged lightly on it

"Together?" I nodded "Well I think I like the sound of that…" he got up and offered me his hand damn he was a fine looking man… a mile away from the… "Hey you look miles away" he stopped halfway across the room

"Sorry I was lost in a memory" I walked by him into the bathroom and started the shower

"What memory?"

"It's nothing?" I looked over my shoulder at him "now are you coming in here with me?" I didn't want to go there not after what had just happened in the living room. I glanced in the mirror my mouth was red and puffy from the assault that had been dealt to it Becketts face came in to view in the cloudy mirror his hands slipping round my waist and he dropped a kiss on my shoulder. The shower was like a slow motion wet repeat of the living room, he was insatiable as he had me against the cold tile wall calling out his name. Somehow we dried off and made it to my bed. He got up. "Where are you going?" I pulled the covers up and snuggled against the pillows he came back into the room with the flowers and put them on the dresser as he handed me the two boxes

"I want you to see the rest of my apology to you" he jumped over me and climbed under the covers the silver ring flashing in the lamp light he eased me forward and put his arm round me and pulled up the boxes from the foot of the bed and put them on my lap

I picked up the bigger of the two boxes and pulled open the flaps and smiled as I pulled out a bear dressed in snow gear with a snowboard strapped to its feet

"I thought it might remind you of me" he pushed aside the jacket and I started to laugh where the bears nipple should have been was a matching ring like Becketts" he nuzzled the side of my neck

"I don't know he's cuter than you I think" I put him on the nightstand "I love him it's something I would go into a store and buy for myself" he nudged me with the flatter box

"I want you to open this one" I looked at him as I lifted the lid the smell of sugar cookies hit me

"These are amazing" I looked at the cookies nestled in the box with snowmen and snowflakes on "They look almost too good to eat"

"Well my mom will get a little pissed if you don't eat them because I sort of hovered over her while she decorated all of them" he took a deep breath

"Your Mom?"

"She owns the bakery in town" he nodded "she was supposed to be making a cake for my sister's wedding but I made her do these for you instead"

"You have a sister?"

"Yes she's a year younger than me" he nodded "She's getting married in two weeks" he was so flippant about it it made me start laughing "What?"

"You stopped your Mom from making her daughter's wedding cake so she could make cookies for a girl that had screwed her son and threw him out of her bed" I wiped away the tears for laughter "Wow that had to have gone down well"

"Well to tell you the truth it did" he took a cookie and took a bite, I mirrored him "My mom was sort of fascinated that I was being such a bear over a girl that she'd never even heard me speak of" he looked at me "She's a hopeless old romantic and has been married to my dad for just over thirty years by the time they were twenty one they were married, they had careers for a few years before I came along" he ate the last of his cookie and turned on his side propping his head on his hand and looked at me "she things I'm some old crone for hitting twenty five and not having a steady girl of more than six months" I got wide eyed

"You've never had along term relationship?"

"Nope" he shook his head "what about you….?"…………





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