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

like to talk about my life with anyone. It’s not that it’s a

bad life; I’m just a very personal person, and I like it that way.”

She looked down in disappointment, so I leaned over and cupped her chin in my hand. I lifted it so

that she was looking into my eyes. “Give me some time; this friendship thing is new to me. You need

to understand that I’ve never been just friends with a woman before.”

She wasn’t going to stop because she brought up how Ashlyn and I are friends. It made me nervous

that she thought about her. I don’t want Ellery thinking about Ashlyn, and if I tell her about our

relationship, she’s going to leave. I can’t and won’t let her go.

“It’s different with Ashlyn, and I don’t want to discuss it now,” I said as I looked at her intently.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and I got up to answer it. I brought the food with a couple of plates and

silverware over to the couch. I’ve never eaten on the couch before, but it seemed like the right thing to

do with Ellery. She was so casual about everything. I handed her a fork, but she asked me for

chopsticks instead. I looked in the bag, pulled out a pair, and handed them to her. I opened up the

Mongolian beef and started to put some on my plate. Ellery gave me a weird look.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

I looked at her strangely because what did it look like I was doing? “Um...serving dinner,” I said.

She shook her finger from side to side as she took the carton from my hand and told me to grab the

extra set of chopsticks. I tried to explain to her that I didn’t know how to use chopsticks, but she

wouldn’t listen, she never does. She told me she was going to teach me how to use them. I grabbed

my fork back from her, but she grabbed it out of my hands and threw it across the room. I looked at

her and sighed; she won again. She took my hand and placed the chopsticks properly between my

fingers. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I didn’t want her to stop. She guided my hand into

the container as I picked up a piece of pork.

“See, it’s not hard with the proper training,” she smiled.

I smirked at her as she held a piece of beef with the chopsticks and brought it to my mouth. I

graciously took it and then held the piece of pork I had up to hers. She smiled that beautiful smile and

took the piece of pork, but bit down on the chopsticks and refused to let them go. I laughed and took in

this amazing moment we were sharing. It suddenly felt so right, and it scared the shit out of me. We

ate, laughed, and drank wine. When we finished, I couldn’t help but stare at her and gently stroke the

area above her cut.

“Does it hurt?” I whispered.

“Not anymore,” she said.

I could tell she had something on her mind. “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

She took my hand and held it to her face as she softly kissed it. My body tightened, and I took in a

sharp breath as her warm, soft lips touched my skin. She didn’t let go, and I didn’t want her to.

“I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have a friend like you,” she smiled.

Damn that smile. I pulled my hand away because she was arousing me, and I couldn’t take it

anymore. “We need to leave early in the morning; we should get some rest,” I told her.

She agreed and headed up the stairs. I asked her if she wanted a pain killer before she went to bed.

She said she was fine and didn’t need one. I went to my room and shut the door. Miss Ellery Lane had

me so sexually frustrated that I needed to take care of myself. When I finished, I put on my grey silk

pajama bottoms, and as I was leaving the bedroom, a text came through from Sarah.

“Connor, I know I’m not supposed to text you, but it’s been a while, and I was hoping you’d be

up to some wild fun tonight.”

“You’re right, Sarah, you’re not supposed to text me unless I text you. I’m not up for anything,

and please don’t text me again.”

I put my phone down and headed to Ellery’s room. I lightly knocked on the door, and she told me to

come in. I tried not to look too much at her as I didn’t need to be getting aroused again which I knew

would happen looking at her in that little nightshirt she was wearing. I sat down in the chair opposite

the bed and reclined it back. I was staying in her room tonight, and she wasn’t going to argue with me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Getting some rest,” I replied. I could sense an argument coming on.

“Here?”

“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” I asked her.

“As a matter of fact, I do mind, Mr. Black.”

I sat up and looked at her. “Why? The doctor said you need to be watched for a concussion. How

am I supposed to do that if I’m in the room