waters and feel his aura little better. When I put on Donovan’s coat just before Christmas, the love and sense of protection emanating from it was consuming and reminded me of how much he challenges me. It evoked thoughts of him feeding me mango on a deserted island. The warmth of Christopher’s jacket makes me feel like life with him would be filled with happiness and security—as if I wouldn’t have a care in the world. An instant sense of respect and comfort surrounds me. Thoughts of living in a magical land abound.
After a beautiful night of Christopher keeping his hands to himself, which is admittedly a bit of a disappointment, he makes a point of bringing me home at ten-thirty, perfectly pleasing both Mom and Dad. As he walks me to the door, I’m hopeful this was the first of many dates.
“Christopher, I had an amazing time.”
“Me as well. May I call on you again?”
Seriously, how adorable is that? “I would love it.”
“Very well. I’ll ring in the morning and set a date.”
An enchanted tingle lingers after he kisses my cheek—like a magic wand has been waved. As he begins his departure, I give his hand a little tug and regain his attention. “The other side is jealous.” I flush as I say it. From where is this emerging?
Christopher goes a little red himself as he kisses my other cheek, only to pull back and capture my eyes with his own. My heart tries to convey that a little more affection would be welcome, and his lips grace mine so delicately that his kiss flows around my body like a wisp of a rose.
Mom’s fascination with British men must be hereditary.
My legs seem to have disappeared as I soar into the house and up the stairs. Before I can close the door to my room behind me, Mom races in acting like a giddy teenager and practically forces me to sit on the bed with her. “So how was it?” Her hopefulness makes my smile all the brighter. “Come on, Lily! Dish!”
“I had a great time, Mom. Christopher is fantastic. What did you think of him?”
She seems surprised by the question. “You really want to know?”
“Yes. What’s the big deal?”
“I'm just glad that after going through a distant period, and after that horrible date you had a few months ago you refuse to speak of, that we are talking about this.” She smiles emphatically. “I like him. I really like him. He has a great energy, but also warmth. He seems perfect.” Then she adds one last, very excited, comment as she starts to leave. “And you’re right. He does look like a Hollie!”
I totally understand the swooning. Maybe I can make her night even brighter.
“Hey Mom, how about we stay up and watch that Herman’s Hermit’s movie you love so much? The one that starts in Manchester.”
The little girl in Mom just about comes unglued as she squeals, “I’ll go get the DVD!”
Chapter 14
I'll never have a better summer. The entwining chaos at the bakery fuels me, and languishing in every free minute of the last month with Christopher has fused my heart back together. Given this, the thought of school sounds more excruciating than ever. I recently wished only to enjoy my youth, but that didn't include any desire to be trapped in a restrictive classroom like a child.
Thankfully, one blissful week of summer remains. Josette recently realized that my vacation has been spent in the metaphorical tent I have set up in the bakery. As a result, she concocted a little surprise and lavished upon me a week off—with pay. Her accent never sounded lovelier than when she said, “Go grab that adorable bloke of yours and get him some sun! He is too pale!”
Christopher is rather roister doister about it as well. He's the perfect companion. Between his charming wit and his occasional awkwardness, he never fails to put a smile on my face. The fact that he somehow manages to be both adorable and totally sexy doesn't hurt matters. I thought it impossible to find that combination in one person—especially one with
After a beautiful night of Christopher keeping his hands to himself, which is admittedly a bit of a disappointment, he makes a point of bringing me home at ten-thirty, perfectly pleasing both Mom and Dad. As he walks me to the door, I’m hopeful this was the first of many dates.
“Christopher, I had an amazing time.”
“Me as well. May I call on you again?”
Seriously, how adorable is that? “I would love it.”
“Very well. I’ll ring in the morning and set a date.”
An enchanted tingle lingers after he kisses my cheek—like a magic wand has been waved. As he begins his departure, I give his hand a little tug and regain his attention. “The other side is jealous.” I flush as I say it. From where is this emerging?
Christopher goes a little red himself as he kisses my other cheek, only to pull back and capture my eyes with his own. My heart tries to convey that a little more affection would be welcome, and his lips grace mine so delicately that his kiss flows around my body like a wisp of a rose.
Mom’s fascination with British men must be hereditary.
My legs seem to have disappeared as I soar into the house and up the stairs. Before I can close the door to my room behind me, Mom races in acting like a giddy teenager and practically forces me to sit on the bed with her. “So how was it?” Her hopefulness makes my smile all the brighter. “Come on, Lily! Dish!”
“I had a great time, Mom. Christopher is fantastic. What did you think of him?”
She seems surprised by the question. “You really want to know?”
“Yes. What’s the big deal?”
“I'm just glad that after going through a distant period, and after that horrible date you had a few months ago you refuse to speak of, that we are talking about this.” She smiles emphatically. “I like him. I really like him. He has a great energy, but also warmth. He seems perfect.” Then she adds one last, very excited, comment as she starts to leave. “And you’re right. He does look like a Hollie!”
I totally understand the swooning. Maybe I can make her night even brighter.
“Hey Mom, how about we stay up and watch that Herman’s Hermit’s movie you love so much? The one that starts in Manchester.”
The little girl in Mom just about comes unglued as she squeals, “I’ll go get the DVD!”
Chapter 14
I'll never have a better summer. The entwining chaos at the bakery fuels me, and languishing in every free minute of the last month with Christopher has fused my heart back together. Given this, the thought of school sounds more excruciating than ever. I recently wished only to enjoy my youth, but that didn't include any desire to be trapped in a restrictive classroom like a child.
Thankfully, one blissful week of summer remains. Josette recently realized that my vacation has been spent in the metaphorical tent I have set up in the bakery. As a result, she concocted a little surprise and lavished upon me a week off—with pay. Her accent never sounded lovelier than when she said, “Go grab that adorable bloke of yours and get him some sun! He is too pale!”
Christopher is rather roister doister about it as well. He's the perfect companion. Between his charming wit and his occasional awkwardness, he never fails to put a smile on my face. The fact that he somehow manages to be both adorable and totally sexy doesn't hurt matters. I thought it impossible to find that combination in one person—especially one with
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