must have gone by faster than I’d thought because next thing I know, I hear a light knock on the windowsill to my bedroom. I rush to the window and lean down to find Gio grinning back up at me.
“I can’t believe you made it without getting caught!” The yard is totally empty. No guards rushing after him. No one’s noticed a thing.
He lifts himself up onto the windowsill and swings his legs around. “Is this a shoe-free household?”
I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this situation is. I’m breaking the most important rules of living under this roof, and he’s asking me if he should take off his shoes.
“That’s probably a good idea.” He’s wearing red leather boots with sturdy looking soles. “I don’t want to have to explain any extra-large boot tracks left on my carpet.”
He nods and unties his boots, then drops down onto the carpet in his brown wool socks, and flexes his toes into the plush carpet.
“This is good carpet.” He takes me by the hand and pulls me into his chest. “Totally worth taking off my shoes.”
His lips press against mine in a too short kiss. I’d be lying to myself if I said I’d mind him throwing me down on my bed and taking me right now. Just being next to his body after a week apart is setting my loins on fire.
I look up into his intense gray eyes. “How did you make it through the tree line and the yard without getting caught?”
“It’s what I do.” There’s no braggadocio in his voice. He says that like it’s just a matter of fact. “There’s no security system that’ll keep me away from you.”
Those words send a shiver up my spine. Him being here tells me he’s right, but it reminds me how little I really know about him. He never told me who he was looking for when he first came to Hush, and a part of me tells me that I wouldn’t like his answer.
I poke my head out of the window to take one last look to make sure no one saw him coming. Finally satisfied, I pull my head back and close the window.
“Your camera systems have a few blind spots.” He lays his backpack against the wall and slides his boots under the bed. “If you’re patient and can figure out the timing, you can make it through the yard without being seen.”
“That’s very impressive.” Given what’s happened lately, it’s actually a bit worrying. I wonder if I should tell my dad about the flaws with our security system. But how would I do that without making him suspicious?
“If you want, I can show you where they are. That way you can come and go without being seen.” He smiles playfully as he unzips the backpack and pulls out a rectangular pine box.
“Why would I want to do that?”
He opens the box and inside is a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses cradled in the cloth-covered box.
“I know this spot nearby.” He pulls a bottle opener from the case and pulls the cork out of the bottle with a pop. “You can drive up on this clearing above the tree line, lie back on a blanket and just watch the sky.”
“That sounds really nice.” I check outside the door to make sure no one's out there, close it again and turn up the music just a bit.
Gio’s eyes follow me with a small smile on his face. I feel my blood rush to my face realizing how childish this must all look to him. He has to sneak into my room by climbing in from my yard. I’m checking outside my door to make sure no one’s spying on me. I have to turn up the music so no one can hear me talk.
These are things a grown woman shouldn’t have to deal with. Part of the privilege of being the daughter of an important man.
Gio walks over to the couch, sits down and motions for me to sit next to him. I walk over as he pours two glasses of wine, and sink down into the cushion next to him.
The warmth of his body is only matched by the intensity in his eyes. I feel his eyes burning into me as I take a glass from him, ring it against his and bring the dry red wine to my lips.
“If you want,” he
“I can’t believe you made it without getting caught!” The yard is totally empty. No guards rushing after him. No one’s noticed a thing.
He lifts himself up onto the windowsill and swings his legs around. “Is this a shoe-free household?”
I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous this situation is. I’m breaking the most important rules of living under this roof, and he’s asking me if he should take off his shoes.
“That’s probably a good idea.” He’s wearing red leather boots with sturdy looking soles. “I don’t want to have to explain any extra-large boot tracks left on my carpet.”
He nods and unties his boots, then drops down onto the carpet in his brown wool socks, and flexes his toes into the plush carpet.
“This is good carpet.” He takes me by the hand and pulls me into his chest. “Totally worth taking off my shoes.”
His lips press against mine in a too short kiss. I’d be lying to myself if I said I’d mind him throwing me down on my bed and taking me right now. Just being next to his body after a week apart is setting my loins on fire.
I look up into his intense gray eyes. “How did you make it through the tree line and the yard without getting caught?”
“It’s what I do.” There’s no braggadocio in his voice. He says that like it’s just a matter of fact. “There’s no security system that’ll keep me away from you.”
Those words send a shiver up my spine. Him being here tells me he’s right, but it reminds me how little I really know about him. He never told me who he was looking for when he first came to Hush, and a part of me tells me that I wouldn’t like his answer.
I poke my head out of the window to take one last look to make sure no one saw him coming. Finally satisfied, I pull my head back and close the window.
“Your camera systems have a few blind spots.” He lays his backpack against the wall and slides his boots under the bed. “If you’re patient and can figure out the timing, you can make it through the yard without being seen.”
“That’s very impressive.” Given what’s happened lately, it’s actually a bit worrying. I wonder if I should tell my dad about the flaws with our security system. But how would I do that without making him suspicious?
“If you want, I can show you where they are. That way you can come and go without being seen.” He smiles playfully as he unzips the backpack and pulls out a rectangular pine box.
“Why would I want to do that?”
He opens the box and inside is a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses cradled in the cloth-covered box.
“I know this spot nearby.” He pulls a bottle opener from the case and pulls the cork out of the bottle with a pop. “You can drive up on this clearing above the tree line, lie back on a blanket and just watch the sky.”
“That sounds really nice.” I check outside the door to make sure no one's out there, close it again and turn up the music just a bit.
Gio’s eyes follow me with a small smile on his face. I feel my blood rush to my face realizing how childish this must all look to him. He has to sneak into my room by climbing in from my yard. I’m checking outside my door to make sure no one’s spying on me. I have to turn up the music so no one can hear me talk.
These are things a grown woman shouldn’t have to deal with. Part of the privilege of being the daughter of an important man.
Gio walks over to the couch, sits down and motions for me to sit next to him. I walk over as he pours two glasses of wine, and sink down into the cushion next to him.
The warmth of his body is only matched by the intensity in his eyes. I feel his eyes burning into me as I take a glass from him, ring it against his and bring the dry red wine to my lips.
“If you want,” he
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