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Chapter Eighteen: Look of love
I was getting too far ahead of myself, much like Ryan had earlier.
I hadn’t missed his slip up when we were talking. How he had almost told me that he loved
me. He couldn’t love me yet, he didn’t know me. Yet, when I thought about him and the
others, I felt something that I knew it was too soon to feel. Too fast to feel, but I could feel
that warmth in my chest when I thought about them.
A familiar feeling, even though I had never been in love before. I had no doubts that was
what I was feeling when I thought about them. Of what hearing Ryan almost say that he
loved me had made me feel.
I made my way down the hallway that led to the rooms, passing Scott and mom’s room.
Their door was open and I couldn’t help but smile at the crystals and herbs that mom had
left on the dresser from the last time they had come down. There were touches in the room
of both my parents, a book that Scott was reading about cars, and my mom’s candles. On
the dresser was a framed photo of the two of them from their wedding day.
Mom was wearing a white sundress with small lavender colored flowers in her long curling
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netbrown hair. Scott was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white button-up shirt. Both of
them had bare feet, their toes in the sand. They were grinning at each other; the wind
whipping around them. That was a good day. I hadn’t been in the photo because I had been
the one taking this picture.
The photo was one that I had taken on my phone and I knew that it was mom’s favorite. It
was my favorite photo of the two of them, too.
The way that Scott looked at mom that day told me everything that I had needed to know
about how he felt about her. They had given me something to want in the future. I had been
only a teenager when they got married, but I knew that I wanted to find someone who
looked at me the way that Scott looked at my mom.
Like I was the center of their universe. Like I had hung all of the moon and the stars in the
sky.
I guess I kind of had that now, even if we were still figuring things out. Making my way into
the room, I pulled the window shut before latching the lock into place. Reaching out, I ran
my fingers over the pink and white stones that mom had lined the windowsill with.
Smiling, I left their room. Closing the door behind me before making my way down the long
hallway towards my room.
I stepped inside my room, it looked the same as it always did. The walls were painted a soft
eggshell white that the three of us had painted it when I was a teenager. Framed photos
lined the walls of trips we had all taken together and the few times that Charity had been
able to come up to the lake house with us. The bed was against the far side of the room, the
pale moonlight spilling over the white, ruffled duvet. The only bright spots of color were the
decorative pillows that were stacked high against the headboard.
The wicker nightstand had the last Jenson Spellmore book that I had been reading the last
time I had visited the house. It was the new series that he had released, a contemporary
romance that I was eager to finish. It was different from the Warlock’s Brother.
Somehow, the characters just felt so much more alive than they had in his last book.
I made my way over to the bed, dropping my overnight bag and my purse onto the bed. A
cool breeze blew into the room from the balcony windows, reminding me that I needed to
put on more clothes.
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netWalking over to the closet, I flipped the light switch. Illuminating the big walk-in closet, it
wasn’t as big as Charity’s but it was bigger than the one at my apartment. It was easy to
walk in and not feel like you were drowning in a sea of clothes, but that might have to do
with the fact that most of my clothes were at my apartment. It just didn’t feel cramped and
everything was nice and neat. Jeans and tops hung in the closet on padded hangers that
smelled like lavender and vanilla. It was a nice touch that I thought about doing at my
place. I just had not gotten around to it.
I moved to the back of the closet, where shelves lined the wall. Sweaters and hoodies were
folded into neat stacks on the shelves, my boots and sandals lined up beneath them. I toed
off my sneakers, sliding them into place as I grabbed a red hoodie off of the
shelf and pulled it on.
The soft fabric seemed to swallow me up, falling well past my thighs. It wasn’t pretty, but it
was comfortable. It didn’t chase away the warmth but I knew that it would help when I was
snuggled beneath the covers in my bed.
Walking out of the closet, I flicked the light off before going over to the balcony door.
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