Christopher Renstrom: Books Novels & Stories

Christopher said with a faux sigh, “our dear brother was the perfect angel. Most well-behaved child you’ve ever seen. Never broke a rule. Always quiet. Always reading. Didn't even cry when he scraped his knees.” Mother added gently, “He was the one who corrected the butler’s grammar at eight years old.” I rolled my eyes. “He was misusing the subjunctive. It was a kindness.” But Christopher wasn’t finished. “He had this thing,” he said, turning slightly toward Lu, lowering his voice with the glee of a child about to reveal a scandal, “for books. Not just any books. Romance novels.” Mother gave him a sharp look. “Christopher…” “Oh come on, Mother,” he said, grinning. “It was adorable. He used

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,

"We will find it. And then, we will finish this. No more secrets. No more running." "Why did you save me?" I asked. "You could have just let them kill me and then looked for the book yourself." Christopher looked at me. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Because the book can't smile," he said softly. "The book doesn't make me feel like a man instead of a monster. I don't need the money, Rosalina. I realized today... I just need you." To be continued...