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.He was wearing a pair of western styled boots on that made a solid clap on the wooden floor.I couldn’t help watching him as he pulled a small overnight bag from his closet placed it on the end of the bed and placed a few personal items inside, admiring his concentration.With nature calling I stood and walked into the bathroom, peed, washed up and brushed my teeth.I leaned in and turned the water on in the shower and after feeling the water to make sure it was the right temperature, lifted the big tee shirt—Brad’s tee shirt—over my head and walked in.Just the simple pleasure of standing there with my face lifted towards the showerhead, feeling the warm water cascading over my body was enough to cause the silly grin on my face.But my excitement built when I thought about my, our, upcoming plans for the day.I hurried and lathered up my hair, then conditioned it.Afterwards, I opened the bottle of body wash and breathed in the scent.Flash.Closing my eyes, I washed my body, rinsed, then stepped out and dried off as quickly as I could, feeling the chill of the early morning air.Throwing my hair up into a big white fluffy towel, I made my way back into the closet and flipped through the hangers, noting that there were way too many to choose from.Whoever I was, I certainly liked clothes and obviously bought everything I laid my eyes on.I must be some crazy hoarder type.I laughed at my thoughts and finally came across a pair of worn, soft, comfortable jeans.I grabbed them off the hanger, and pulled a light sweater from the shelf as I made my way into the bedroom.I tensed as I opened the dresser drawers, until I found a pair of panties and a bra.I dressed as fast as I could, feeling the goose bumps slowly rose to the surface of my skin.Pulling on a pair of thin socks I walked back into the closet and searched the shoe rack until I found just what I was looking for.A pair of western boots, perfectly worn in, that just happened to match Brads in color.What a dork I am.I pulled them on finding they fit perfectly and I was overly pleased at how comfortable they were.I grabbed another of Brad’s tee shirts from his closet, another pair of boy shorts and threw them into the matching overnight bag brad had left on the bed.I walked back into the closet and found a pair of fawn colored riding pants with suede inserts along the thighs and another pair of jeans.I grabbed a cable knit sweater and a leather jacket.I took a couple pairs of socks and underwear as backups and after adding deodorant and a little makeup and skincare essentials, I zipped the top of the bag shut.I just finished braiding my long hair when I heard Brad’s boots announce his entrance.“All ready? Finish packing?” I heard him behind me.I turned to face him.“Yup.”“You look like my Sarah.” He said proudly, perusing the length of my body slowly, a lazy smile playing on his lips.His gaze changed when he noticed my choice of footwear.“She’s in here hiding somewhere.”“Here, let me get that.” He reached over me and lifted the overnight bag lingering a little longer than necessary as his fingers grazed the top of my hand.His light touch caused my heart to race and the air rapidly left my lungs leaving me feeling odd…dizzy.He leaned in closer, close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath on my cheek.I stiffened, sure I was about to lose what little strength I had in my legs.“What’s the matter?” my voice sounded so strange to me.Almost like I was panting.“You smell like my Sarah.”“You smell like Brad.” I laughed nervously, “but what I really want right now, is to have some of that delicious coffee I smell.”He stepped back and I swear I moaned an audible sigh of relief.Dear Lord, what the hell is wrong with me?“After you.” He said, letting me pass him, and then he picked up the other bag, as well as the two jackets that were lying side by side on the bed and followed me down the stairs.Chapter TwelveWe had a croissant with our coffee and afterwards packed up the car.Brad pushed some buttons on the keypad near the garage door, I assume to set the alarm, then he locked the doors behind us and we were on our way.The chill of early spring morning was reluctant to give way to the warmth of the bright sunshine, but it was clean and crisp and smelled of pending summer.We traveled north for about an hour before traveling east.The highway we drove on hugged the Atlantic coastline and I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes as the sparkle of the sun on the water was overly bright.The smell of the ocean spray was glorious, and I instantly knew that I’ve smelled it many times before.After some time on this road, we turned onto another highway and headed west, away from the coastline.It wasn’t long before the scenic ocean drive became more of a country drive [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]