Walking on Sunshine: A Sweet Love Story (Seasons of Love Book 1) by Krista Lakes, Darla York
Authors: Krista Lakes, Darla York
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replied meekly, clinking my glass against his.
He sipped, and then frowned, looking into his glass. “I’m sorry that I didn't realize he was your ex-husband and let him into the house. I hope I didn’t step out of bounds.”
“No, not at all,” I finally replied, glancing away from him. “Richard has a bark much bigger than his bite.”
The way he was looking at me made me nervous, so to distract myself I ran my fingers through my hair to pull it up into a bun. The motion made my leg drift closer to his, and I tensed. I tried to distract myself from my leg quivering, but it was hard with him so close. My body was responding in ways my brain wasn't prepared to even consider. He was the nanny, not a potential suitor. I pulled my hair hard.
“I'm glad to know you are so protective of my son, and thanks for being his best friend,” I added, feeling a bit lame.
“It's my pleasure,” he replied. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something more, but then instead he just nodded toward the remote. “Do you want to hit play, or do you want me to do it?”
I flashed him a smile and hit play. At least, I knew that despite it all, I didn't have to watch bad TV alone.
Chapter Thirteen
I moaned as the incessant beeping from my phone pulled me from my heavy sleep. My eyes adjusted slowly to the morning light streaming in from the window. I focused on my brown living room table. My head was clouded with sleep and it took me a moment to realize I was on my couch. I had dozed off and never made it to my room.
After my head had finally cleared, I sat up and saw that my pillow was Cee’s leg. What was worse was I had left a huge drool spot on it. My mouth dropped open. I was mortified. I really was a four-year-old girl.
I sat up as I felt Cee stirring beneath me. He fell asleep sitting on the couch just like me, his head resting on the top of the couch cushion and his arms stretched out along the back. His hair illuminated by the morning sun, the bright red highlights like warm fire. I watched his eyelashes flutter under his mussed hair. I quickly tried to fix my own hair and wipe off the remaining drool before he fully awakened.
“Oh man, what happened?” he asked, rubbing his neck. His voice was heavy with sleep, but in a way that made me warm.
“I think we fell asleep last night on the couch,” I said as I straightened the top of my disheveled dress. I could already feel the blush threatening to overwhelm me.
“Oh wow, I'm sorry, I didn’t realize I was that tired. I should have left earlier.” He raised his arms above his head letting out a small grunt. “But I see you made yourself quite comfortable,” he commented as he straightened out his pants, making the drool spot more noticeable.
“That’s embarrassing. I'm so sorry. When I'm really tired I tend to drool a lot,” I said, looking down to hide my humiliated face. He always seemed to catch me at my worst.
He chuckled. “It's okay. I'm glad I was a comfortable pillow. I wouldn’t look nearly as good as you do if I had fallen asleep on someone’s lap.” He stood up slowly working out his leg muscles. I straightened up beside him and stretched out my back, hearing a pop.
He looked at his watch.
“I'm going to run home real quick and shower. I'll see you in a little bit.” He reached over and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I was surprised how soft his lips were. It was something that I had been longing for, ever since I started having those naughty dreams. He abruptly became rigid, realizing what he just did.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you. Again. I... I really need a cup of coffee.” He turned away before I could see his face and quickly ran out the door.
I stood there motionless unsure of how to react. That was out of nowhere. Or was it? My mind started to buzz with everything it could mean. Did he have feelings for me, or was it just an accident? If he did mean to do it, would that mean something would
He sipped, and then frowned, looking into his glass. “I’m sorry that I didn't realize he was your ex-husband and let him into the house. I hope I didn’t step out of bounds.”
“No, not at all,” I finally replied, glancing away from him. “Richard has a bark much bigger than his bite.”
The way he was looking at me made me nervous, so to distract myself I ran my fingers through my hair to pull it up into a bun. The motion made my leg drift closer to his, and I tensed. I tried to distract myself from my leg quivering, but it was hard with him so close. My body was responding in ways my brain wasn't prepared to even consider. He was the nanny, not a potential suitor. I pulled my hair hard.
“I'm glad to know you are so protective of my son, and thanks for being his best friend,” I added, feeling a bit lame.
“It's my pleasure,” he replied. For a moment, it seemed like he might say something more, but then instead he just nodded toward the remote. “Do you want to hit play, or do you want me to do it?”
I flashed him a smile and hit play. At least, I knew that despite it all, I didn't have to watch bad TV alone.
Chapter Thirteen
I moaned as the incessant beeping from my phone pulled me from my heavy sleep. My eyes adjusted slowly to the morning light streaming in from the window. I focused on my brown living room table. My head was clouded with sleep and it took me a moment to realize I was on my couch. I had dozed off and never made it to my room.
After my head had finally cleared, I sat up and saw that my pillow was Cee’s leg. What was worse was I had left a huge drool spot on it. My mouth dropped open. I was mortified. I really was a four-year-old girl.
I sat up as I felt Cee stirring beneath me. He fell asleep sitting on the couch just like me, his head resting on the top of the couch cushion and his arms stretched out along the back. His hair illuminated by the morning sun, the bright red highlights like warm fire. I watched his eyelashes flutter under his mussed hair. I quickly tried to fix my own hair and wipe off the remaining drool before he fully awakened.
“Oh man, what happened?” he asked, rubbing his neck. His voice was heavy with sleep, but in a way that made me warm.
“I think we fell asleep last night on the couch,” I said as I straightened the top of my disheveled dress. I could already feel the blush threatening to overwhelm me.
“Oh wow, I'm sorry, I didn’t realize I was that tired. I should have left earlier.” He raised his arms above his head letting out a small grunt. “But I see you made yourself quite comfortable,” he commented as he straightened out his pants, making the drool spot more noticeable.
“That’s embarrassing. I'm so sorry. When I'm really tired I tend to drool a lot,” I said, looking down to hide my humiliated face. He always seemed to catch me at my worst.
He chuckled. “It's okay. I'm glad I was a comfortable pillow. I wouldn’t look nearly as good as you do if I had fallen asleep on someone’s lap.” He stood up slowly working out his leg muscles. I straightened up beside him and stretched out my back, hearing a pop.
He looked at his watch.
“I'm going to run home real quick and shower. I'll see you in a little bit.” He reached over and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I was surprised how soft his lips were. It was something that I had been longing for, ever since I started having those naughty dreams. He abruptly became rigid, realizing what he just did.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you. Again. I... I really need a cup of coffee.” He turned away before I could see his face and quickly ran out the door.
I stood there motionless unsure of how to react. That was out of nowhere. Or was it? My mind started to buzz with everything it could mean. Did he have feelings for me, or was it just an accident? If he did mean to do it, would that mean something would
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