31) one last night

Its still early in the afternoon so I decide to do some light reading. Reece got over his possessive BS and let me carry on working. So, after the two months I’ve been working with as his assistant, Roy decided it’s time to let me shadow an editor in my spare time, which isn't much but it's a start. The editor is such a nice female. Her name is Helietta and she is a 600 year old fae who has been editing since the first printing press so I have a CRAP TONNE to learn from her. I sit all tucked up on one of the wicker chair on my office patio. I turn to the next chapter of one of the project books she gave me to edit. It's nothing big but it's still something. Immediately I'm hooked. Sounds start to fade, the room begins to morph into some else's bedroom and Reece's stare fades with my reality. I can feel the main characters touch on my skin. The sound of the river outside of the tavern room. The roudy sailers drinking their beer downstairs. I can feel the leather belt unde