Page 81 of Booked on You
Still breathless, I stroke a thumb across his jaw. “Fifty percent interest is fair. No complaints.”
He stands, kissing me again. “I plan to hold you accountable.”
“I know,” I whisper, my heart still racing. “Let me take care of you.”
He cups my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my skin. “Nope. Not part of the deal. Now you have five thousand to write. Three thousand for your IOU and two for another O-coin. Damn, girl.”
He steps back, letting me hop off the counter. I lift the towel around my body. “I’m going upstairs to change.”
“Go ahead,” he says, watching me as I walk out of sight. I slowly take the stairs, returning back to his room. When I walk inside, I take a second to look around at the space that feels so much like him. I move to the bathroom, tossing my towel on the floor to soak up the water we left behind. Once I’m dressed, I rush back downstairs, and I grab Millie’s letter off the counter.
Ezra is holding out a slice of pie and a fork on a plate. “For your writing session.”
My eyes trail down his body to his cock that’s hard under the towel. “Please?”
“Nope. If you want to please me, write your words.”
I sigh. “You’re not fair.”
“I’m overly fair,” he shoots back. “And you know it.”
“I do,” I say, and as I walk away, he pulls me back to him and kisses me.
“Hurry.”
“I will.”
My heart is full and inspired, ready to pour every feeling, every truth onto the page as fast as I possibly can.
When I enter the cottage, I pause in the space, knowing Ezra lived here in his twenties until his mother passed away. The space feels different now; it feels like him. I set the pie next to my laptop. Knowing this space is special to him makes it mean so much more to me.
Millie’s letter rests carefully between my fingertips. I sit at the desk, my heart pounding in my chest with a mix of curiosity and care I wasn’t expecting. I tear the envelope open, carefully pulling out the folded note.
The handwriting is neat and graceful, just like the exterior, the lines written in a confident slant.
Scarlett,
I hope you don’t mind my writing to you. I’m sure you hear this all the time, but I do feel like I already know you through your beautiful stories. You’ve touched my heart over the years, more than you’ll ever realize, and seeing the way Ezra smiles now, I suspect you’ve touched his as well.
My nephew is a good man, one of the rare ones. He loves with his whole heart and takes care of those he cherishes, even if it costs him everything. He’s carried burdens heavier than most, and he deserves realhappiness, just like you. I haven’t seen him this alive in years, and I know it’s because of you.
So please, Scarlett, don’t break my nephew’s heart. Love him well and let him love you in return.
I’m really looking forward to meeting you soon. Enjoy the pecan pie!
Warmly,
Millie
PS: Next time, I’ll have Ezra bring a chocolate one!
My throat tightens unexpectedly.I hold the letter against my chest, staring up at the ceiling as my thoughts whirl.
How did Ezra slip past my carefully constructed barriers? He’s everything I’ve silently craved but was afraid to believe I deserved.
I barely know him, but the fact that I want to learn everything I can about him is what matters.
Ezra isn’t just changing my life. He’s bringing me back to life. And now, I’m determined not just to write a happily ever after, but to find mine.
