Page 39 of Safer Together
“Well I for one am ready to go to bed and hold you in my arms.” Ever the romantic, I have to smile. I want that too.
“I agree, let’s go.” Once Elliot has switched off everything and checked that the fire has indeed gone out, we make our way to exit. Just as we open the French doors, he pulls against my hand.
“I just have to get something to sleep in. I won’t be a minute. Go ahead if you like.” He kisses my forehead and turns to make his way to his bedroom. Deciding it best I head off too and get into my pjs. I make my way back to the guest house and turn the bedside lamp on before changing into the white satin nightgown. I remove my jewelry except for my new necklace. I brush my teeth and spray a small amount of perfume onto the comb before pulling it through my hair. After completing my cleansing routine, I leave the bathroom and sit on the bed.
I hear the front door open and wait for him to enter the room. He, too, is dressed for bed in a short-sleeved white t-shirt and faded black pajama pants. The cut of the top shows his bicep muscles. Looking at them makes the muscles in the pit of my stomach clench.
He walks over to the bed and pulls the covers back on his side before lying down. “Well then, it’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve and my dearest wish is to hold you all night and awake with you in my arms. Shall you grant me this wish, Miss White?”
I smile down at him. “Hmmm, I think I can make that happen, Mr. Sands.” I stand beside the bed and pull the covers back before switching off the lamp and sliding into bed, crawling over until I find my spot in his open arms. I snuggle into his side and make myself comfortable in the crook of his collarbone where I fit so well.
I wrap my arm around his torso, he makes a content noise. “Comfortable?” I ask.
I can feel him nod and kissing the top of my head before replying, “Very. And you?”
I kiss the base of his neck in response. “Perfect.” We lay quiet for a few minutes. I can feel the drowsiness about to encapsulate me, on the edge of sleep I speak once more. “Elliot.”
His reply is more noise than any specific word.
“I love you.”
I feel his warm exhale come across my face. “And I love you, Angela.”
