Book Stand To Read In Bed Novels & Stories

We came back to the living room and kitchen where he twirled in the space. “Now! Jordy!” Basil snapped his fingers. “The books!” His assistant came forward, pulling out four different books, thick enormous books and basically slammed them down on the kitchen counter. Walking over, I peered at them. Basil came up behind me. “There is a book for bedrooms, kitchen and bathrooms, living room and lounge, and outdoor spaces. Look and show me what jumps out at you.” I nodded. Sitting down, I opened up the bedroom book first. Flipping through the pages, I stopped about the fifteen pages in.

I go to the thermostat, and I see it’s been turned off. While I have the place to myself, I take the time to look around. Some would call it snooping, but I prefer to call it curiosity. Her bed is still unmade, and there’s an old T-shirt laying on the floor. I pick it up and take a deep breath. It smells just like her. On her nightstand is an old book. It looks like it’s been through the wringer. I pick it up and read the cover. ‘The Catcher in the Rye’.

Immediately she walked into the room, he gulped and gently face-palmed, her beauty was something else. Taking a deep breath, he stepped down from the bed where he was relaxing and went to the shelf. He ran his fingers through it and found a storybook that looked interesting then he picked it up and went back to the bed. "Cindy, are you scared of the bed?" He asked, seeing how she peached at the edge of the bed. "You like story books, right?... Come, let me read this story for you." He said and Cindy climbed the bed and with her knees, she moved closer to him.

“I read when it’s necessary.” I climbed onto the bed and though there was no change of reaction from him, I felt it… I couldn’t explain how but I did. “I’m not a fan of reading but I like a man who can.” The crawl to reach him on the soft fluffy bed was a challenge because I had to fight the urge to not succumb to its softness and sleep off. There was no way I could read on this bed without not eventually sleeping off. I tried to take the book from him but he shut it and kept it out of my reach. “Is there a reason you’re hiding it?”

My bathroom counter is already pretty empty, so the last thing I do is transfer my books from my nightstand to the end table in the corner of the living room. It’s not really a move-in-with me sort of situation, I don’t think so. It’s just that he leaves his suitcase sprawled open next to the bed and then we both constantly trip over it, not to mention Muppet pawing at it constantly to see what’s inside, so I think this will be a serious improvement.

The bathroom is large for us, so why does it feel so small when we're all in it? I felt that he was done so he left the bathroom. I just let out a sigh of relief. Before leaving the restroom, I dried my hair. Alpha Greyson was sitting on the other side of the bed when I noticed him. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he read a book. Because he is still incredibly attractive while reading a book! I took a big breath and looked across the bed to the other side. Is it okay for me to sleep there? Can I simply sleep here on the couch? I locked my gaze on Alpha Greyson. Perhaps it's not that bad if I ask, right?

I hear Erik mumbling suddenly from the entry way, muttering what kind of sounds like a curse as something falls to the ground. "Erik?" I ask, stepping off the mirror surrounded platform. I feel myself crossing my arms across my chest, and I stop a couple feet in front of him. He stands, and the look on his face makes my heart jump. He looks so flustered; his eyes won't stop moving. I can tell he's trying not to look at me too much, but I'm right in front of him, he doesn't want to not look. "I had brought a book, to read to you...in case you were having trouble falling asleep." He mutters somewhat nervously, holding said book with both hands in front of him.

The Alaskan king bed was enormous, but I was done being shocked by it. His naked chest was so appetizing. Watching him stir undeniable hunger somewhere deep within me. Both of them go to bed only in their boxers. He was holding a book in his hand. Why did he look so good with his reading glasses perched on his nose? The glasses gave him that stern look. He was irresistible.

A scarf lay draped carelessly across the rumpled bed. I turned away sharply. Against one wall stood a bookcase. Curious despite myself, I approached it and pulled out a thick volume. I nearly dropped it in shock.

“If you don’t want to lie down, at least sit by the bed until I fall asleep. Then you can go crash on the couch.” Realizing there was no winning this, William finally nodded. “Fine. I’ll grab a chair and sit by your bed until you’re asleep.” “Good.” Back in the bedroom, Liz curled up under the blanket while William sat at her bedside, quietly watching her. After a while, she opened her eyes again. “Nope, still can’t sleep.” “Then I’ll read to you,” he offered. He got up, retrieved a novel from the study, and began to read aloud. His voice was low, smooth, and soothing, the kind that could melt through the dark. Before long, Liz’s breathing slowed, soft and even.