Just as he predicted, Josie didn’t show up, so I had the room all to myself. At some part of the night, I had to stop myself from seeking his warm body, to take him up on his invitation.
Tomorrow was another day. Maybe I could have him for another day after all. I smiled before closing my eyes, finally succumbing to exhaustion.
* * *
The next morning, my senses were on high before I even opened my eyelids. My nose kissed something soft, something that smelled florally and silky.
Fluttering my lids open, my sight was greeted with red roses that had been splayed out on the pillow right next to mine. There was a small note next to it, which had been handwritten by him.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart skips each time I think of you.
Picking up one of the velvety red-tipped flowers, I placed it against my nose and inhaled its intoxicating scent. It filled me with anticipation of seeing him again. I took one stem and broke up the top, saving the rose as I got up and scoured for a book.Pride and Prejudicewas the first thing I saw. After inserting the rose in there along with his note, I went back to the rest of the flowers and found a glass to put them in then filled it with water and placed it on the table settee. I smiled at it before hop-skipping towards the bathroom to have a quick shower.
After ten minutes, I was out the door, dressed in white sweat pants and a white cable top, ready to greet everyone as I descended the stairs, but I was surprised to find that the cabin was eerily silent.
I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering where they had all gone. What time was it anyway? Glancing at the rustic wall clock, it indicated that it was about half past ten. It was still early, but where the hell did they all go? Besides, where was Greyson? He was the one who I wanted to see the most.
“Good morning! I’m glad you’re up.” I heard him behind me.
When I spun around with an overeager smile, I saw him halfway down the stairs, studying me.
Should I say something about the note he’d written me? Or should I just sidestep around it?
“Good morning.” I moved closer to him. “I got your flowers.” I bit my lip when he remained silent. “You were the one who sent them, right?”
“Unless you have another secret admirer?” His eyebrow rose, questioning.
Why was he being weird? Was it because of the note?
I shook my head. “Not that I know of.” I looked around because my sanity couldn’t handle gazing at him when all I wanted to do was run up to him and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. “Where did they all go?” I wondered out loud.
“Skiing. Snowboarding.”
Why wasn’t he joining in on the fun?
“I can take you if you’d like,” he offered, still unmoving from his spot on the stairs.
I shook my head, slowly moving towards the kitchen. “I’m fine. You go right ahead.”
As I made it to the kitchen, I had the thought that coffee would help my brain function to be sharp and keen instead of having a mini-heart attack each and every time I heard him around me. When did I start becoming like this? I always had control of my body. Always. Even with Liam, I had exceptional restraint; but when it came to Greyson, my will vanished.
There was a pot full of coffee sitting about and I went straight to it, trying my damnedest not to think too much about what was going on with his actions.
My heart skips each time I think of you.What the fuck did I say to that? My heart did the Cha Cha and Meringue each time I thought of him, however I would never say it out loud. Because if I did… the consequences were too high and I just couldn’t risk it.
“Can I get you anything to eat? There’s fresh croissants, pastries and fresh fruits. There’s pancakes and a bunch of cereal in here as well. They even have Lucky Charms.” Lucky Charms had always been my favorite. It bothered me a little bit that he still remembered my favorite cereal from yesteryears.
He was somewhere in the vast kitchen, but I concentrated on filling my cup with coffee, sugar and cream before stirring it lazily, watching as it blended together from a rich, dark brown to a creamy, delicious tan.
“I’m fine.” Carefully sipping on my mug, I was surprised when I found him stacking my plate with food. “I’m not hungry, Greyson.”
“Spare me the excuse. I want to feed you.” He pulled a chair out at the dining table. “Sit.”
“But I said I’m not hungry,” I protested, frustrated at his ice-cold treatment of me.