Chapter 1
Sundays
had always been Presley McGuire’s favorite day of the week when he spent them
with Sara Snow. At moment, she lay in bed beside him, face down the way she always
slept. He leaned over, pulling up her tank top, and leaving sweet, soft kisses
down her spine.
Sara
shivered underneath his lips. “Pres, what time is it?”
“A
little after nine. I was about to order breakfast.”
That
was part of their Sunday tradition. Sara called it Pajama Day. On Saturdays
they’d spend the day doing exciting things like rock climbing or horseback
riding, but Sunday was their day to recuperate before the start of the humdrum work
week.
They’d
stay in bed for half the day. Order in breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Watch movies
or get caught up with their shows on Netflix. Sara would read while Presley
watched Penny Dreadful because that show scared the shit out of her.
Sara
rolled over, grinning. Her short white-blonde hair was a mess and Presley
couldn’t help but run his fingers through it. He missed her long hair though.
She had chopped it all off because of him and their nasty break up, but now
they were working on getting back together.
Sara
had made it very clear that there would be no sex involved until they were officially
a couple and had worked out their issues. Presley would deal with that if he
had to, but sleeping beside her had been torture.
When
breakfast arrived, they settled themselves at the iron-wrought table on
Presley’s balcony. Like Sara, Presley thought the day was perfect. The sky was
crisp, blue and cloudless. Fragrances of fall danced in the air. The sounds of
the wind and chirping birds calmed Presley, giving him a sense of peace. It had
been a long time since he’d felt that way.
Presley
watched Sara spread strawberry cream cheese on her bagel and then suck off what
had gotten on her fingers. “We should do this every weekend,” he suggested.
She
took a bite of her bagel, nodding. “We should. I miss this. Sundays used to be
my favorite day of the week.”
Presley
was elated to hear that. “Okay. Let’s make it a date now. We’ll spend next
weekend together.”
Sara’s
face fell. “Oh, Pres, I didn’t mean next weekend. I have plans.”
He
shrugged. “So? Cancel them. What are you doing anyway? Going on some museum
tour with your parents?”
She
suddenly became very focused on her half-eaten bagel. “No. I have plans, Pres.
With someone else.”
Presley’s
face warmed with jealousy. “Someone else? You mean another man?”
“Yes.”
He
stood up, bumping the table and almost knocking over the pitcher of orange
juice. “What the hell, Sara?”
“Presley,
calm down. I made it clear that we weren’t exclusive yet. We’re taking things
slow, remember? Testing the waters.”
Presley
plopped down in his seat. He remembered that conversation but to him taking
things slow didn’t involve other people. He had no desire to date anyone else.
Why did she?
“Presley,”
Sara continued, “I don’t have to tell you this, but I will if it will set your
mind at ease. We’re going canoeing and that’s it. It’s something we’ve had
planned for a few weeks.”
That
didn’t make Presley feel and better. “We’ve been testing the waters for a
month, Sara. How long is this going to take because I’m ready. I’ve been
ready.” Presley hated to sound as if he were begging. He had no problem getting
any woman he wanted, so why did he have to beg? Sara had a way of making him do
things he never thought he would.
Sara
moved to the chair beside him, taking his hands in hers. “Pres, let’s not ruin
this day. I want it to be perfect like it used to be. We already have three
movies picked out while we snuggle up on the couch. This day is for you and
me.”
She
looked so beautiful it was hard for Presley to be depressed. He used his thumb
to wipe a crumb from the side of her mouth. A little bit of Sara was better
than no Sara at all so he would try not to think
Sundays
had always been Presley McGuire’s favorite day of the week when he spent them
with Sara Snow. At moment, she lay in bed beside him, face down the way she always
slept. He leaned over, pulling up her tank top, and leaving sweet, soft kisses
down her spine.
Sara
shivered underneath his lips. “Pres, what time is it?”
“A
little after nine. I was about to order breakfast.”
That
was part of their Sunday tradition. Sara called it Pajama Day. On Saturdays
they’d spend the day doing exciting things like rock climbing or horseback
riding, but Sunday was their day to recuperate before the start of the humdrum work
week.
They’d
stay in bed for half the day. Order in breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Watch movies
or get caught up with their shows on Netflix. Sara would read while Presley
watched Penny Dreadful because that show scared the shit out of her.
Sara
rolled over, grinning. Her short white-blonde hair was a mess and Presley
couldn’t help but run his fingers through it. He missed her long hair though.
She had chopped it all off because of him and their nasty break up, but now
they were working on getting back together.
Sara
had made it very clear that there would be no sex involved until they were officially
a couple and had worked out their issues. Presley would deal with that if he
had to, but sleeping beside her had been torture.
When
breakfast arrived, they settled themselves at the iron-wrought table on
Presley’s balcony. Like Sara, Presley thought the day was perfect. The sky was
crisp, blue and cloudless. Fragrances of fall danced in the air. The sounds of
the wind and chirping birds calmed Presley, giving him a sense of peace. It had
been a long time since he’d felt that way.
Presley
watched Sara spread strawberry cream cheese on her bagel and then suck off what
had gotten on her fingers. “We should do this every weekend,” he suggested.
She
took a bite of her bagel, nodding. “We should. I miss this. Sundays used to be
my favorite day of the week.”
Presley
was elated to hear that. “Okay. Let’s make it a date now. We’ll spend next
weekend together.”
Sara’s
face fell. “Oh, Pres, I didn’t mean next weekend. I have plans.”
He
shrugged. “So? Cancel them. What are you doing anyway? Going on some museum
tour with your parents?”
She
suddenly became very focused on her half-eaten bagel. “No. I have plans, Pres.
With someone else.”
Presley’s
face warmed with jealousy. “Someone else? You mean another man?”
“Yes.”
He
stood up, bumping the table and almost knocking over the pitcher of orange
juice. “What the hell, Sara?”
“Presley,
calm down. I made it clear that we weren’t exclusive yet. We’re taking things
slow, remember? Testing the waters.”
Presley
plopped down in his seat. He remembered that conversation but to him taking
things slow didn’t involve other people. He had no desire to date anyone else.
Why did she?
“Presley,”
Sara continued, “I don’t have to tell you this, but I will if it will set your
mind at ease. We’re going canoeing and that’s it. It’s something we’ve had
planned for a few weeks.”
That
didn’t make Presley feel and better. “We’ve been testing the waters for a
month, Sara. How long is this going to take because I’m ready. I’ve been
ready.” Presley hated to sound as if he were begging. He had no problem getting
any woman he wanted, so why did he have to beg? Sara had a way of making him do
things he never thought he would.
Sara
moved to the chair beside him, taking his hands in hers. “Pres, let’s not ruin
this day. I want it to be perfect like it used to be. We already have three
movies picked out while we snuggle up on the couch. This day is for you and
me.”
She
looked so beautiful it was hard for Presley to be depressed. He used his thumb
to wipe a crumb from the side of her mouth. A little bit of Sara was better
than no Sara at all so he would try not to think
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