And here’s the teaser for Chapter 30! Batting for Tuesday but if not, Wednesday (hah!) for the full thing.
‘Mmmm…’ came a murmur in my ear as an arm
wrapped around my waist.
I gasped – startled out of my daze as I
turned my head to the side.
His chuckle tickled my skin has he nuzzled
my neck and I managed a clumsy smile.
‘You’re going to burn the broth if you
don’t concentrate a little harder, Wends,’ he chided me gently.
It was only then that the near-burning
smell of the stew I had been preparing filled the air and my nose. I sucked in
a breath and my eyes darted downwards to the pot I had been stirring
absent-mindedly for the longest of time.
As my arms flailed upon realization, he
reached forward to switch it off for me.
‘Th—thanks,’ I muttered, flushed.
I was becoming some sort of a scatter
He pulled me backwards to him and although
at first I froze – my body rigid and tense, I learnt how to relax into him, a
sigh escaping from my lips.
He pressed his cheek to the top of my head
and exhaled as I closed my eyes briefly.
I hadn’t had had a good night’s sleep in
awhile now but it was something that I was reluctant to share with him.
‘What’s troubling you?’ he asked, softly
and there was a tightness in my chest – all the words and questions that had
been churning themselves in my stomach suddenly reached up, ready to gush out
from my throat in horrible quivers.
are you doing with her behind my back?
I smiled weakly at him, swallowing the
words down instead.
I had spent the
past few days trying to talk it out with myself, trying to rationalize that it
was probably nothing and that it was work-related.
But why would she ask him not to tell you?
I hushed the
voice of my subconscious. It was a
dangerous ground to explore and I couldn’t count the number of times I had been
tempted to slip out of bed and hunt for his phone. I wanted to know everything. I wanted to read everything that he had said about me, that he had said to her
and all that she had said to me.
There was a part
of me that screamed to be in control, not float around – lost at sea.
Or perhaps, the
thing I was most afraid of was the truth that he would tell me - one that my
heart cowered in fear from.