Lassoed Love (Wattle Creek Series Book 1) by Elle Mariah

Author:Elle Mariah [Mariah, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-16T00:00:00+00:00

Glancing at the screen on my phone, it reads 12:44 am. The day’s events replay in my mind—the pool, dinner, and now. Isla’s presence has completely enveloped my thoughts, and I’m at a loss for how to handle it. Part of me revels in her captivating allure, while another part is unsure of what this all means. Do I even want these thoughts to stop? Her effect on me is undeniable. She stirs up a whirlwind of emotions that I struggle to grasp. Her scent lingers in the room, a constant reminder of her presence.

I close my eyes, attempting to clear my mind, but she’s all I can think about. I find myself wondering if she feels the same pull, if she’s wrestling with her thoughts about me. The way she avoided my gaze as she left, it felt like there was something unsaid between us. I want to understand her, to know what she’s thinking.

With a heavy sigh, I acknowledge that I can no longer ignore this attraction. Surely she must feel the same. I realise that I can’t keep denying this attraction. Isla has stirred something in me, something I haven’t felt in a long time. I can’t shake the feeling that she’s changing everything, and deep down, I’m not sure if I’m ready for the changes she might bring.

Is she awake, thinking about me as I am about her? She should have fucking stayed. God, I wish she stayed. Fuck, the thought of her here, in my bed, makes me instantly hard. I re-adjust myself in my briefs, cursing at the fact that my mind can’t just shut the fuck up. This insomnia can suck it.

As the urge to reach out to Isla grows stronger, I resist the impulse to grab my phone and text her. Should I text her, or should I just leave it and go the fuck to bed? I don’t think I’d be sleeping anytime soon, with this hard on. I shift uncomfortably under my sheets.

What if she’s awake too? Maybe a quick conversation would help me settle down, push away this restlessness. Maybe I can distract myself for a bit and then try to sleep again. But it’s late, and I don’t want to disturb her if she’s already asleep. Plus, what would I even say?

I grab my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen, debating whether to message her. After a moment of hesitation, I decide to text her. You awake?

Fuck it, no going back now. Nerves kick in. What the fuck? Why am I nervous? Thirty years old and I’m starting to sweat like a prepubescent boy, as if I’m talking to a girl for the first time. My stomach actually flutters. Oh, fuck me.

Please be asleep, I chant in my head. I can only hope that she’s asleep and doesn’t see my message, because if she does, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.

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