“Brielle, I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I know I’m falling for you,” he replied huskily. He pulled her back to him and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I think I’m falling in love with you. I don’t know how in the hell it happened so fast, or why, but one glimpse of you and I didn’t stand a chance.”
She gazed into his eyes. “Really? Is that what I’m feeling? That ache in my heart that grows stronger each time I see you. Each time we’re apart. Each time we make love. Is that what falling in love feels like?”
He gently placed his hands on either side of her face and drew her closer. “Yeah, Brielle, I think that’s exactly what falling in love feels like,” he whispered, engulfing her lips in a deep kiss.
At sunup, Colt and Brielle headed into town to rent a mid-sized moving truck. They drove to the next town up the road, to the furniture warehouse popular for their wholesale prices. They lounged on almost every couch, lay on almost every bed, and sat at almost every dining table, until Brielle had found exactly what looked and felt right for Colt. But he didn’t mind one bit. He’d just as soon sit on a futon, sleep on a futon, and eat on a futon, as long as he could prop his feet in front of a big screen television.
After he bought the furniture that Brielle had insisted suited him best, they pulled the truck around to the loading dock and filled it. When they were finished, they climbed back in the truck and pulled away.
“That didn’t take long.” Brielle checked the time on her silver bracelet watch. “It’s not even noon yet.”
“I thought maybe we’d stop at the electronics warehouse and grab some lunch before we head back. If that’s all right with you?” Colt suggested. He reached out and placed his hand on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her floral lavender summer dress. Just the sight of her bare legs, and knowing what awaited him under her dress, mere inches away from his fingertips, was driving him crazy.
She smiled at his loving gesture. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted to the middle seat next to him, before she quickly fastened the lap belt.
Colt welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder. He pulled her close.
“It’s perfectly fine with me.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.“As long as we don’t eat lunch at the electronics warehouse.” She giggled.
Colt chuckled slightly. “Very funny.” He kissed her on top of the head. He could hardly believe that after eleven long years he was happy again. Genuinely happy. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve hitting rock bottom before rising to the top again, but whatever it was, he was glad it was over.
They made their stops and headed back to the farm. Jack was already there. He’d been there all day laying the last of the beige tile in the dining area, and then painting and mounting the baseboards.
They all helped to unload the truck. The dark brown leather couch was saved for last. It was centered in the middle of the living room with the back facing the staircase, leaving a few feet of walkway to access the hall, and the front facing the flat screen LCD along the wall. That way Colt could either watch TV, or sit back and stare out the oversized window overlooking the front of the property.
A matching oversized chair sat adjacent to the couch, facing the window, along with an end table on either side of it.
Jack slumped tiredly into the oversized chair.
Brielle and Colt flopped down on the couch.
“How’s your hand?” Colt eyed the white square gauze taped to the back of Jack’s left hand.
“Good.” Jack yawned, staring out of the window at the clear blue sky. “I am whupped!”
“Me too.” Brielle laid her head in Colt’s lap and curled her knees to her chest. She sighed with exhaustion.
Colt tensed, looking down at her wide-eyed.
Brielle didn’t notice. She was staring dreamily out the window.
Jack furrowed his brow, his mouth agape.
She gazed into his eyes. “Really? Is that what I’m feeling? That ache in my heart that grows stronger each time I see you. Each time we’re apart. Each time we make love. Is that what falling in love feels like?”
He gently placed his hands on either side of her face and drew her closer. “Yeah, Brielle, I think that’s exactly what falling in love feels like,” he whispered, engulfing her lips in a deep kiss.
At sunup, Colt and Brielle headed into town to rent a mid-sized moving truck. They drove to the next town up the road, to the furniture warehouse popular for their wholesale prices. They lounged on almost every couch, lay on almost every bed, and sat at almost every dining table, until Brielle had found exactly what looked and felt right for Colt. But he didn’t mind one bit. He’d just as soon sit on a futon, sleep on a futon, and eat on a futon, as long as he could prop his feet in front of a big screen television.
After he bought the furniture that Brielle had insisted suited him best, they pulled the truck around to the loading dock and filled it. When they were finished, they climbed back in the truck and pulled away.
“That didn’t take long.” Brielle checked the time on her silver bracelet watch. “It’s not even noon yet.”
“I thought maybe we’d stop at the electronics warehouse and grab some lunch before we head back. If that’s all right with you?” Colt suggested. He reached out and placed his hand on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her floral lavender summer dress. Just the sight of her bare legs, and knowing what awaited him under her dress, mere inches away from his fingertips, was driving him crazy.
She smiled at his loving gesture. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted to the middle seat next to him, before she quickly fastened the lap belt.
Colt welcomed her with an arm around her shoulder. He pulled her close.
“It’s perfectly fine with me.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.“As long as we don’t eat lunch at the electronics warehouse.” She giggled.
Colt chuckled slightly. “Very funny.” He kissed her on top of the head. He could hardly believe that after eleven long years he was happy again. Genuinely happy. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve hitting rock bottom before rising to the top again, but whatever it was, he was glad it was over.
They made their stops and headed back to the farm. Jack was already there. He’d been there all day laying the last of the beige tile in the dining area, and then painting and mounting the baseboards.
They all helped to unload the truck. The dark brown leather couch was saved for last. It was centered in the middle of the living room with the back facing the staircase, leaving a few feet of walkway to access the hall, and the front facing the flat screen LCD along the wall. That way Colt could either watch TV, or sit back and stare out the oversized window overlooking the front of the property.
A matching oversized chair sat adjacent to the couch, facing the window, along with an end table on either side of it.
Jack slumped tiredly into the oversized chair.
Brielle and Colt flopped down on the couch.
“How’s your hand?” Colt eyed the white square gauze taped to the back of Jack’s left hand.
“Good.” Jack yawned, staring out of the window at the clear blue sky. “I am whupped!”
“Me too.” Brielle laid her head in Colt’s lap and curled her knees to her chest. She sighed with exhaustion.
Colt tensed, looking down at her wide-eyed.
Brielle didn’t notice. She was staring dreamily out the window.
Jack furrowed his brow, his mouth agape.
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