Page 92 of Love Unwritten
ME
I only have eight.
DAHLIA
You forgot to count yourself.
I send a middle finger emoji while biting back a smile.
Now that I think about it, Ellie hasn’t complained once about taking care of the animals. If anything, she has taken it upon herself to care for them, even going as far as naming them.
I never thought much of it, but now, after listening to Dahlia and Lily’s struggles with managing the barn, I’m ashamed to admit I unknowingly took advantage of her. I even said she was underqualified for her job when that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Ellie could be doing so much more with her life. That much became obvious after Cole Griffin expressed an interest in her song, but she chose to take care of Nico instead.
She chose us.
Not us. Nico, I correct myself.
Disappointment tugs at my chest, impossible to ignore, because for a fleeting second, I wanted it to be true. I wanted her to choose me too.
With only a few more nights left in Honolulu before we head to Kauai, I thought it would be a good idea to finally use the hot tub after Nico fell asleep, only to find out it was already occupied by his nanny.
Having a physical reaction to seeing Ellie in a bikini is normal, but getting a hard-on because of it?
Embarrassing and inconvenient to say the least.
Unfortunately, the foam and bubbles caused by the jets block me from getting a full view of her body, but the sight of her chest is enough to send a rush of heat toward my groin.
I thought she would be hiding in her room playing the guitar tonight, so I’m surprised to find her out on the balcony, staring up at the stars with deep longing.
Thankfully, she is so enraptured by the view that she doesn’t notice me at first, which is a blessing, seeing as I’m too distracted by her chest. Her breasts are small and perky, and I picture them fitting perfectly in the palms of my hands.
Based on Ellie’s modest clothing choices so far, I didn’t think she owned a swimsuit like that, but the lime-colored bikini might as well be a green light with the way my dick is acting.
I shield my growing issue with a towel as she turns to find me staring at her.
“When you’re done checking me out, do you mind turning the dial?” She points at one that controls the jets.
I ignore her first comment and do as she requested, extending the timer by fifteen minutes.
Well played, Ellie. Well freaking played.
She returns to looking up at the moon, disinterested in watching me fumble through getting inside the hot tub without her noticing my stiffening cock. The hot water hits my sore leg muscles first, and I sigh.
“Feels great, right?”
“I need one of these at home.”
“I’d like that.”
My dick seems to agree.
For a few minutes, we sit in comfortable silence until Ellie breaks it with a question. “Do you ever wonder what’s out there?” She stares up at the sky with a sigh.
“Have we officially reached the point in our relationship where we discuss conspiracy theories?”
The sound she lets out makes me smile.