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This time, she looked up at me with a devilish grin before she tiptoed up and kissed me—in a way that bordered on indecency.
Someone nearby gasped sharply, followed by whispers. This time, however, Amelia was not deterred by it, and it just rolled off me as well.
"And if you ask me, we should get some food now and then go sit by the river. Because to be honest, I really don't want to be watched by all these people while eating," she announced after breaking away from me, running her tongue over her lips one last time.
At least that sounded like a plan that would ensure the rest of the day wasn't a complete letdown.
23
AMELIA
Even before I opened my eyes, I heard the heavy raindrops pattering against the window. It mirrored my mood, which failed to lift even with the awareness that I was waking up in Gray's bed, a place that should banish any gloom.
I fumbled blindly for the notebook I had placed on the nightstand. If I didn't jot down what I had dreamed the night before now, I'd forget it within the next five minutes—and that would be a terrible shame because Gray had featured in it, and I never wanted to forget those dreams.
From the bathroom, I heard the sound of the shower running, which probably meant I had a few more minutes to document my thoughts without him sapping my brain power with his presence. Sometimes, when he looked at me, I still tended to forget everything on the spot. My name. Perhaps even my entire existence.
Sometimes, I found it amusing, the effect he had on me. And sometimes, it reminded me that in his presence, I never worried about anything. Dinner? There was enough variety in the fridge for me to whip up whatever I fancied. Leaving the house? He had the keys and everything else we needed. My car? The dashboard lights weren't flickering anymore, and by some sort of magic, there was always enough gas in the tank. Not to mention the other little things that had naturally established themselves between us. He took care of me—and I took care of him. Since I had been here, he hadn't missed a meal due to work calling.
I looked up as Gray appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. It hung so low that it left little to the imagination. With another, he was drying his hair.
"Are you writing why you're feeling down?" One look at my face and Gray knew. By now, I wasn't surprised that he effortlessly noticed the subtle shifts between my normal mood and any changes upward or downward.
Closing the book, I sat up a little. "This is my dream journal," I informed him. "I might have just written down what you did to me in my dream."
So far, I had not enlightened him about the purpose of the book nor the fact that he dominated not only every waking moment but also those I spent asleep. "So, you're insatiable to the point that reality isn't enough for you, huh?"
"Is that what you conclude from this?"
"Or perhaps your mood is tied to me not living up to your dreams? And now you're complaining about it in your book?"
I burst out laughing. Gray didn't need to worry about being unable to satisfy me. I shook my head. "Don't worry, my dreams don't harm your reputation. And to be honest, they don't even come close to reality. Today's just one of those days when I woke up feeling off. It's hardly about you."
"And it's all about the weather outside," he added to my sentence. "But the weather plays into my hands. Do you want to stay in bed, or will you come with me?"
"Where to?"
"One of the remote cabins needs fixing. It's right in the mountains, surrounded by nothing but wilderness. Hikers or outdoor enthusiasts usually book it, so it's crucial everything works perfectly there."
I weighed my options. Spending all day alone in bed or spending it alone with Gray. The decision practically made itself. I threw back the covers and got up.
"Give me a few minutes," I said, kissing him on my way to the bathroom.
Shortly after, dressed and in the kitchen, Gray had already packed provisions for the day into a bag and slid my breakfast across the counter to me, which I promptly sat on, ignoring the chairs on the other side as usual.
"I'll bring you Soraya's rubber boots in a moment," he informed me as soon as I had the first spoonful in my mouth.
"Rubber boots?"
"You'll need them. It's raining, the trails are muddy, and wet feet are the last thing you want today."
"Aren't we driving?"
Clearly, a memo had passed me by. Did he want to hike? Maybe I needed to reconsider my decision after all.
"No. We're taking the quads. They're nice in good weather, but when it rains…"
We would end up covered in mud from head to toe. "Isn't that prohibited?"
