Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

know. I wasn’t going to tell him I fainted. He would make a big deal about it and want me

to get a bunch of tests done. That’s what doctors do,” she replied.

“You said you took too hot of a bath,” I said, still standing in the doorway.

She stopped packing her bag and looked at me. I could see the anger in her eyes. “I did, Connor,

now let it go for fuck's sake. You talk about me asking a billion questions, but it’s different when it’s

you, right?”

I could see that I had upset her, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I walked over to her and put

my hands on her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” I said as I looked into her pained

eyes. She took her hands and cupped my face. They were so soft against my skin and it made me

weak. I wanted to take her hands and softly kiss them. I wanted to taste her and feel her.

“I’m sorry that I raised my voice; I’m just tired,” she said.

She let go of my face and turned around to zip up her suitcase. I wanted more of her, and I couldn’t

stand it anymore. I grabbed her arm and turned her around, pulling her into me and holding her tight.

She needed to know that I was sorry. This was our first real hug, and it felt so good. To completely

hold her and feel her entire body against mine was something I’d wanted to do since I first saw her. I

didn’t say a word and neither did she. She kept her arms wrapped around me and her head on my

shoulder. I took in the scent of her hair as it was arousing me. What was I doing? If I didn’t stop this,

something was going to happen. So, I broke our embrace and told her we better get going.

I picked up her suitcase and walked into the main living space of the apartment. Ellery excitedly

told me about the sale of her paintings and how she was on her way to quit her job when she fainted.

She was so excited about the sale of her paintings. Her eyes were dancing all around as she told me. I

just hope she doesn’t get mad when she finds out that I’m the one who purchased them. As we were

about to leave, Ellery’s phone rang. She asked me to grab a piece of paper out of her desk drawer so

she could write down the address of the funeral home. I opened the drawer, found a blank piece of

paper, and handed her a pen. I noticed a piece of paper sitting on top of some magazines that looked

like a list. She had some things crossed off. I took notice that she wanted to go to Paris. I would have

to take her there someday. It’s a beautiful city, and I want to be the one to show her. She hung up the

phone and looked at me as I held the list in my hand.

“What’s this?” I casually asked her.

She walked over to me and took it from my hands. “Just a list of things I would like to do in my

lifetime. I wrote it after Kyle moved out, kind of a new start on life list.” She took it from me and put

it back in the drawer. We walked out and to the limo where Denny was waiting for us.

***

I took her suitcase up to the guest room and she followed me, falling onto the bed. I set her suitcase

in the corner and walked over to the bed. She had a big smile on her face as she laid there. I took in a

sharp breath because of the images running through my head seeing her lying on her back. I had

visions of her lying there naked with me on top of her. Stroking her and feeling every inch of skin. I

had to quickly get it out of my head. I asked if she liked the bed, and she replied that she loved it.

Damn that smile and what it does to me.

It was around dinner time, and I asked her if she was hungry. She had a long rough day, and I’m

sure she didn’t eat. I asked her if she wanted to order Chinese food, and she said it sounded delicious.

I took her hand and helped her up from the bed. We headed down to the kitchen, and I pulled a menu

out of the drawer. I sat beside her on the bar stool and leaned in closer to her as we shared the menu.

“What do you like?” I asked her.

“I like just about anything; surprise me,” she smiled.

I took out my phone and placed the order for delivery. I got up from the stool, grabbed a bottle of

wine with two wine glasses, and led her to the living room. We sat on the couch, Ellery facing me.

She caught me off guard when she looked at me seriously and said she wanted to know more about

me. She said she felt our friendship was one-sided. I think in a way she was right. I haven’t told her

anything about all the women in my life or about Amanda and Ashlyn. I’ve only told her bits and

pieces about me that I know wouldn’t hurt her. She’s been hurt enough, and she didn’t need me adding

to her pain. I looked at her and ran my hand through my hair.

“You’re right, and I’m sorry; I just don’t