It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time by Kylie Scott

Author:Kylie Scott [Scott, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
Publisher: Kylie Scott
Published: 2018-08-07T04:00:00+00:00

I woke up alone, the bedroom door closed. The alarm clock on the bedside table said it was four in the afternoon. Bloody hell, I’d slept for ten whole hours. Must have been exhausted. Pete’s scent lingered on the sheets and it was tempting to just lie there a while longer. My dress was of course a crumpled ruin. The ladybugs nowhere near as cheerful as they had been. Not that it had helped my mood this morning. Some things were beyond being fixed, even by a dress with pockets.

I followed the scent of food out into the main room. Pete stood in the kitchen, washing off a wooden cutting board in the sink. Things were definitely happening in the oven. Good things.

“Smells like a Sunday roast,” I said.

“And it should be ready soon.”

“Did you sleep?”

“Yeah,” he said, wiping off his hands on a tea towel. “Only woke up a couple of hours ago. Figured you’d need to eat before you leave.”

I stopped.

“If you leave.”

“I’m hungry. Good thinking.”

He nodded. “Not that I want you to go—let me make that clear. But I also checked your car for oil and water, just in case. Easy to overheat in summer out here. Plus, you might want someone to look at the tires when you get back. The front ones are looking a little worn.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I will.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, not really sure what to do with my limbs. The way he watched me brought my nerves straight back to the surface. God, I could do with just chilling out. Relaxing. This situation and all of the uncertainties were doing my head in. When the man you’ve been in love with for pretty much forever finally starts paying attention to you in the way you want, apparently it can be both good and bad. I was only used to there being unresolved sexual tension on my part. But being on the receiving end of this do-me vibe . . . it was something else.

Flattering, distracting, overwhelming. I don’t know.

“What do you really want here, Pete?”

“I already told you.” He stepped closer, and then closer still. Until he was gently undoing the barrier of my crossed arms and holding my hands. “Stay a bit longer, Adele.”

I didn’t usually have this much trouble breathing.

“We’ll see what happens.”

“You know what’ll happen,” I said, voice most dubious. “We’ll wind up having sex again. You’ll freak out and maybe decide this time that trading bodily fluids with me was the worst mistake of your life. Then I’ll have to abuse you again and make a run for it. Honestly, it’s exhausting.”

“It does sound involved.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” He tried to hold back a smile. Jerk. “What if we try putting the existential angst and you abusing me on hold, and just enjoy each other’s company?”

“You’re really hung up on the existential angst thing, aren’t you?”

“I’ve never been accused of having it before. I think it makes me sound deep, don’t you?”

He leaned in, lips soft against my cheek.

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