Rekindled: A Holiday Romance by Victoria J. Best

Author:Victoria J. Best [Best, Victoria J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-01T16:00:00+00:00

Something heavy lay against my chest. I started awake, unable to sit up all the way because someone was lying on top of me. The night before flooded back, and I relaxed. Bianca.

“Good morning,” her voice was husky with sleep.

I opened my eyes, looking down at where her head rested on my chest and she gazed up at me. Her light hazel eyes were clear, rested, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief that she was able to rest here. The anxiety that had been present from the beginning was still there, though, but so was something else I couldn’t identify.

“Good morning,” I answered back. “What time is it?”

She shrugged. “I have no idea. But it’s light out. We definitely slept on the couch all night. My neck will not thank me for it.”

I rolled my own neck from side to side, feeling a slight crick on the right. She wasn’t wrong. But I wouldn’t have exchanged falling asleep with her in my arms for anything. I flipped the TV off, sitting up a bit. I had no idea where my phone was, but there was a clock on the wall above the entrance to the kitchen, so I swiveled on the couch to glance at it. It was just after seven.

“It’s seven,” I said, pulling Bianca up for a kiss, morning breath be damned.

“Ugh, it’s too early to be awake without coffee,” she said, pulling the throw blanket back up over herself as she sank back into the couch.

“You’re in luck, I have a lot of coffee.” Reluctantly, I let her go and pushed up from the couch, stretching out every ache in my back. I wasn’t even thirty yet, but I definitely wasn’t in any shape to sleep all night on the couch.

I padded towards the kitchen, which was just behind the living room and stretched all along the back of the house, connecting on the opposite side with the dining room and around to the foyer. Bianca sat up on the couch, watching me walk away, but she didn’t get up. I could tell she wasn’t a morning person. I pressed the button to turn the single-serve coffee maker on, filled the refillable pod with fresh coffee grounds, and retrieved two mugs from the cabinet above. Through the large sliding doors along the back of the kitchen which were flanked by even larger windows, I could see that we had gotten quite a nice coating of fresh snow, at least a few inches. I wondered what Bianca’s reaction would be to seeing snow on the ground after such a long time.

The coffee maker stopped whirring, and after removing the full cup, I replaced it with the next, repeating the process of new coffee grounds in the refillable pod. While that cup filled, I emptied a stevia packet into the first cup, followed by a splash of heavy cream. Bianca had made us coffee the previous night when I was with her and I remembered how she liked her coffee.

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