Page 110 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Breathing deeply, I rolled toward his side of the bed—which, I guessed, technicallywas the whole bed, but that was neither here nor there. My chest warmed as my gaze landed on something lying across his pillow.
A small bundle of mistletoe, tied with a red ribbon and a tiny gold bell, perched atop a folded piece of paper.
For a moment, unease slithered through me. After the last unsuspecting note I’d received, I had to take a deep breath and remind myself—I knew, for a fact, this one was from Taylor.
And that someone wasn’t trying to scare me off…again.
At least, not at this very second anyway.
Sitting up, I wrapped the sheets around myself and picked up the berries and note, the bell’s delicate chime ringing through the quiet room as I flipped the paper open.
You looked so peaceful, I couldn’t bear to wake you.
Coffee is set to brew and should be finished by the time you wake up.
There are also pastries on the counter, though they’re not as good as yours.
I work until 7 p.m. tonight, but I’ll text or call you when I can.
Oh, and hold onto that mistletoe. I have plans for it later.
Toe-curling thoughts raced through my mind at his final words. Visions of one—or both—of us holding that bunch of berries over intimate places, teasing and tasting until we were a tangled mess of limbs, had me desperate to go back to sleep and let my subconscious work its magic.
But my stomach growled, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee called my name like a siren’s song.
Begrudgingly, I rolled out of bed.
After throwing on a pair of Taylor’s sweats—because why not?—I grabbed my phone and made my way toward the kitchen.
With liquid nirvana procured, I padded to the breakfast nook. A plastic clamshell of raspberry danishes sat on the table, and a—
Wait.
Was that akey?
It was.
A mother-forkinghouse key.
Beneath it sat another folded piece of paper, but I couldn’t seem to make my hands, arms, lungs, or brain work as that little silver piece of metal glinted up at me from the tabletop.
A house key.
Were we even there yet?
Apparently, he thought so.
But staring at the physical representation of where he saw us, suddenly, I wasn’t so sure.
Hands trembling, I nudged the key aside like it was radioactive and picked up the note.
Don’t freak out.
Who am I kidding, you’re probably spiraling right now, aren’t you?
“Just a tad,” I mumbled, willing my hands to quit shaking as I kept reading.
Take a deep breath, sunshine. This doesn’t have to be some big proclamation… though it seems pretty tame compared to what I said last night.
