The Romance Novel Cure Read Online Free Page B
Author: Nina Ceves
drag themselves away from his full lips.
“First kiss, in this lifetime,” whispered Silas, one hand tracing a line down her face before coming to rest on her neck.
Sera reached a trembling hand to Silas’s face. She delicately traced his scar, looking into his eyes once before looking back at his mouth. With both hands, she cradled his head, and leaned against him.
“Kiss me,” she said shakily.
With a groan, Silas gently pressed his lips against hers. Sera wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him even closer. She couldn’t get close enough. Her heart was speeding and she ached for him. She felt the hard length of him, hot and steely against her, and she gasped. Silas held her head firmly as he kissed her again, his tongue filling her mouth, until she sagged against him, lightheaded with desire…
* * *
Quite a kiss, I thought, feeling a little… warm. I thought about kissing Greta. In the last year or so, just quick pecks on the cheek, if anything. I remembered, though. I remembered hot, crazy kisses that lead to more. I took a shaky breath in and out.
Getting Greta back: that would be my mission. Somehow, some way. If she still wanted me. I had to admit, I had started to wonder if she regretted marrying me. She gave up her whole family for me. Without a backward glance, it seemed. But all I could do was try. If I could just be the kind of guy who made her smile again, the way she used to smile at me? How amazing would that be.
All this romance reading and thinking about Greta reading these books had made me want her in a way that I had tried to shut down for so long. My wife is hot. She is little, and curvy, and she has long, light brown hair that never stays in a clip, it’s so fine. Her skin is so fair, it shows every flush or blush. She has light blue eyes that kill me when they look sad. They looked sad a lot lately. But they used to sparkle so much, and she does this thing where she kind of purses her mouth before she smiles and laughs. She wears pajama bottoms around the house a lot, and she has put herself down for doing that, but she looks really cute. And there is this one pair… they hug her hips and she looks so hot in them, it’s crazy. I tried to tell her once, but I guess she thought I was making fun of her, and I couldn’t convince her otherwise. It was before I stopped trying. Everything out of my mouth would make her angry, or worse, her eyes would fill with hurt. Looking back, all I was trying to do was get close to her, to fix things. But I felt like such a jerk. Eventually it became easier to look away from her in those stripy pajama bottoms, and not try to fix things between us.
And now? I think we were afraid to even start a conversation, because it seemed as though every interaction resulted in the stupidest argument. Literally, stupid. Couples should argue about big stuff, but we just bickered. I’d do something stupid, like leave my wet towel on the doorknob, and we’d just be snapping back and forth, with me backing down, saying I was sorry, and her looking hurt. So we slept apart. We avoided each other’s eyes.
I went into the kitchen where there was tea, still warm in the teapot. She always left some for me. I opened the fridge. If she really didn’t even like me anymore, would she still be leaving me tea, and meals? Here’s the thing: yeah. Because Greta is a kind, caring, and just all around decent human being. Then, I saw the note Greta left for me and picked it up, feeling a gigantic, goofy smile take over my face.
Later, I read some more:
* * *
Sera woke up and blinked. Slowly the unfamiliar surroundings filtered into her consciousness and she remembered the entire day and evening, leading up to her arrival last night. She sat up slowly, feeling as though she were forgetting something else, though. Something important. Shivering, she got out of bed and reached into her duffel bag, pulling out a sweater and jeans. She dressed
“First kiss, in this lifetime,” whispered Silas, one hand tracing a line down her face before coming to rest on her neck.
Sera reached a trembling hand to Silas’s face. She delicately traced his scar, looking into his eyes once before looking back at his mouth. With both hands, she cradled his head, and leaned against him.
“Kiss me,” she said shakily.
With a groan, Silas gently pressed his lips against hers. Sera wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him even closer. She couldn’t get close enough. Her heart was speeding and she ached for him. She felt the hard length of him, hot and steely against her, and she gasped. Silas held her head firmly as he kissed her again, his tongue filling her mouth, until she sagged against him, lightheaded with desire…
* * *
Quite a kiss, I thought, feeling a little… warm. I thought about kissing Greta. In the last year or so, just quick pecks on the cheek, if anything. I remembered, though. I remembered hot, crazy kisses that lead to more. I took a shaky breath in and out.
Getting Greta back: that would be my mission. Somehow, some way. If she still wanted me. I had to admit, I had started to wonder if she regretted marrying me. She gave up her whole family for me. Without a backward glance, it seemed. But all I could do was try. If I could just be the kind of guy who made her smile again, the way she used to smile at me? How amazing would that be.
All this romance reading and thinking about Greta reading these books had made me want her in a way that I had tried to shut down for so long. My wife is hot. She is little, and curvy, and she has long, light brown hair that never stays in a clip, it’s so fine. Her skin is so fair, it shows every flush or blush. She has light blue eyes that kill me when they look sad. They looked sad a lot lately. But they used to sparkle so much, and she does this thing where she kind of purses her mouth before she smiles and laughs. She wears pajama bottoms around the house a lot, and she has put herself down for doing that, but she looks really cute. And there is this one pair… they hug her hips and she looks so hot in them, it’s crazy. I tried to tell her once, but I guess she thought I was making fun of her, and I couldn’t convince her otherwise. It was before I stopped trying. Everything out of my mouth would make her angry, or worse, her eyes would fill with hurt. Looking back, all I was trying to do was get close to her, to fix things. But I felt like such a jerk. Eventually it became easier to look away from her in those stripy pajama bottoms, and not try to fix things between us.
And now? I think we were afraid to even start a conversation, because it seemed as though every interaction resulted in the stupidest argument. Literally, stupid. Couples should argue about big stuff, but we just bickered. I’d do something stupid, like leave my wet towel on the doorknob, and we’d just be snapping back and forth, with me backing down, saying I was sorry, and her looking hurt. So we slept apart. We avoided each other’s eyes.
I went into the kitchen where there was tea, still warm in the teapot. She always left some for me. I opened the fridge. If she really didn’t even like me anymore, would she still be leaving me tea, and meals? Here’s the thing: yeah. Because Greta is a kind, caring, and just all around decent human being. Then, I saw the note Greta left for me and picked it up, feeling a gigantic, goofy smile take over my face.
Later, I read some more:
* * *
Sera woke up and blinked. Slowly the unfamiliar surroundings filtered into her consciousness and she remembered the entire day and evening, leading up to her arrival last night. She sat up slowly, feeling as though she were forgetting something else, though. Something important. Shivering, she got out of bed and reached into her duffel bag, pulling out a sweater and jeans. She dressed
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