Page 128 of The Five Colours of Hope
“It’s not that bad.” I say quickly. “And we don’t have money to spend on new furniture.”
“No but I had a quick word with Evan earlier. We’ll swap apartments and move into yours tomorrow after the current guests leave. This, here, will become the holiday rental.”
It’s the perfect solution. I didn’t want to say that earlier, but I miss my beautiful white and turquois home, my coffee machine and all the rest of it. “Are you sure you don’t mind.”
“What I mind is standing here talking instead of going to bed.” he strokes my hair, but his touch is now harder, more urgent, more demanding. It sends tingles all over me.
“Can I at least have ten minutes for a quick shower?” I must smell like car and road and luggage.
“If you want.” He breathes. “I’ll put fresh sheets on the bed.”
“That’s a bit presumptive, Mr James.” Then because my heart is thumping hard and my breathing in fast and light. “Presumptive and take-charge but very romantic. I never saw this side of you before.”
A slow smile widens on his beautiful mouth. “I’m so happy to finally introduce you to the real Osian.” He kisses me then whispers. “Go have your shower, my Evangeline. I’ll be waiting.”
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