Page 60 of David's Chase

I’ve already gotten used to it.

I mean, look at me. I’m in his bed, caressed by 1200 thread count cotton sheets.The porcelain cup keeping my tea piping hot.

The blueberries in scones are fresh and juicy as if they’ve just been picked up.

The view is energizing, vibrant, and sunny, and the pool water is inviting despite the crisp air outside.

I fit right in.

I see myself bicycling my way around town. Shopping at a gourmet store. Sitting on the beach when the dusk falls over the ocean.

I see myself doing all this, and I don’t care that it’s the complete opposite of my current life.

The realization kills my joy. The voice inside my head is right.

And then another thought crosses my mind.

I might not be the first woman who has felt that way.And it must have taken him quite an effort to keep all those women away.

And here comes the kicker.

I feel so good about this life when all he wants is to stay away from people.

A door opens and closes in the house, jerking me out of my head before his voice rings on the first floor.

“Elizabeth?”

I can surely die of pleasure every time he says my name.

Elizabeth.

My name comes wrapped in his husky voice.

The name of a queen.

The name of a conqueror.

The name of a winner.

Elizabeth is a demure, sophisticated, irresistible woman who picks and chooses who she bestows her attention on.

The voice inside my head pouts.

So be it.

“I’m here,” I say when his footsteps trail the stairs.

The door opens, and David swaggers in.

With a quick once over, he takes me in, a smile growing on his face.

“Do you want to go out?” he asks, heading to the bathroom.

“Out?” I ask, leaping off the bed and wrapping a sheet around me.

He wears sweatpants and a sweat drenched T-shirt that he peels off on his way to the shower.

His pants fall to the floor next, and then he picks up his athletic gear and tosses it in the hamper.

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