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Chapter 24: Lamplight confessions
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Winning Her Back Chapter 25: Schemes and stolen moments
The morning courtyard was still, dew glistening on neatly trimmed boxwoods as Mrs. Blackwell and I strolled beneath the thin trellis of the arbor. I breathed in the fresh air, the sweet perfume of early bloom chasing away the whispers of fitful nights. We stood side by side, quiet friends. She paused in front of a rosebush, touching a velvet pink petal with her fingers. "Pretty, aren't they?" she breathed. "They are," I replied, looking at her serene profile. Just a few days back, I'd thought her seriously ill, so frail, so in need of my and Ethan's nursing. She smiled up at me, silver locks glinting in sunlight. "Lila, I'm so glad things are going on well between you and Ethan." I smiled hesitantly, still sensitive from the reality I had only half absorbed. "I’m positive it’s because of you, thank you for all that you've done." Her eyes sparkled. "Ah, but about that." She took a deep breath as though gaining courage. "I have to admit, I wasn't ill." I hesitated mid-step, heart p
Winning Her Back Chapter 24: Lamplight confessions
My heart skipped a beat. The book dropped from my lap unnoticed as I sat straight up, my gaze flying from the open door. There he stood, Ethan, his face illuminated by the soft slash of the hall light. Softness replaced worry in his dark eyes, and at once every tangled wire of fear relaxed in my chest."Ethan," I gasped.He strode the length of the room in three quick steps, his feet sinking silently on the padded flooring. My own heart beat in time as he knelt at my chair, the soft lamplight on his face. The muscles on his jaw were set hard, the line of his throat bare where his shirt-collar gaped open.“You’ve been avoiding me," he whispered deep in his throat. He stretched out a hand, his fingers barely touching mine, and the spark of his flesh on mine set fires burning deep inside me.I gulped at the obstinate lump lodged in my throat. "I wasn’t…."He stared at the book I'd dropped, at my robe's skin pulled upward a little bit too quickly and at my eyes. "You’ve been avoiding me.
Winning Her Back Chapter 23: Afterglow and shadows
The sun shone through the gossamer drapes in delicate, gold stripes. I lay beneath the white blanket, tracing invisible patterns on the ceiling as my mind replayed last night's stolen kisses and naughty moments on the balcony. Ethan's arms around me, the weight of his lips at the base of my neck, the throb of his breathing identical to mine, each memory ignited a searing blush down my body.Aside from the heat still smoldering under my skin, panic started building quietly within my chest. To lay here, next to an empty pillow and untucked bed, was at once a relief and a betrayal. Relief that I could hold on to the memory intact, and betrayal because he wasn't there. My fingers ached to trace the line of his jaw, to have his hand on the small of my back. Instead, I slipped off the bed and wrapped my robe around me, resolved to flee from the silence too near to bear.I stalked along the hall, by the closed door of his study, where once I had dreamed of surprising him with breakfast, or a
Winning Her Back Chapter 22: The birthday dinner
Ethan's POVFinally, it was the night, and the unease of the dinner party hung in the air. I had prepared every detail to have tonight go well, each minute counted. The one that I could never prepare for was seeing Lila wearing the dress that I had chosen out for her.The gown was silky, sensual, everything I wanted her to be in my head. It was a deep, midnight blue that radiated in the light, the fabric hugging her contours in the most flattering way. I had been considering her when I picked it.She had been apprehensive about what to wear, not knowing what the birthday dinner we were soon to have was like. But when she entered the room, the instant she stepped into that dress, I knew I had made the right choice.The moment I stood in front of her, when she emerged from the room, my cock hardened instantly at seeing her perfect curve, and the slit that showed her beautiful long legs. It was all inside me that kept me from showing the surprise in my eyes. Lila was a beauty. She was th
Winning Her Back Chapter 21: A dinner in disguise
The golden sun of the afternoon bathed Mrs. Blackwell's room in gold, blurring furniture lines and throwing a halo about the fresh lilies on her bedside table. Ethan and I arrived together in synchrony, each of us with a tray. The lavender-scented air, and beneath it, the undertone thrum of privilege and the subtle musk of Mrs. Blackwell's signature sandalwood candle burning on the bedside table.As we came in, Mrs. Blackwell was just ending a conversation on the phone, her smooth voice still echoing in the room: "Yes, dear. I'll rest now." She put her phone down gently and smiled at us, a look of victory and relief."Perfect timing, my dears," she cooed, smiling. "Put the soup and chicken here."Ethan placed the tureen delicately on a gilded tray stand, steam rising in languid circles. I put the plates of sautéed chicken and steamed vegetables on the bedside table, pale green of asparagus and blush color of carrots a pleasant contrast to snow‐white china.Mrs. Blackwell settled back
Winning Her Back Chapter 20: Culinary collaboration
Morning light filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm honey glow through the canopy above my bed. I remained still there for what felt like an endlessly long period of time, savoring the silence, until I noticed the sheet beside me was cold and empty. My heart hurt at the absence of Ethan's warmth. We'd been sleeping in the same bed on his mother's insistence and it was a bit funny how I had gotten so used to it as if we’d been doing it for years not days. The house was abnormally still. Even at dawn typically, I'd hear the distant shuffling of slippers on marble or the jingle of a china teacup being set down in the library. Today: nothing.I flung my legs over the bed and yanked back the covers, then I walked over the thick carpet in my silk pajamas to the door and slowly opened it. The hallway was dark, the thick curtains at the far end were still closed. Nobody stirred.I descended the formal staircase, my heart racing. The house soaked up my footsteps, and I found myself
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