That Day by Karen Deen (best novels to read in english txt) 📕

we’re getting up. We need to get out and get some fresh air.”

“I’m not swimming, Kurt!” She squeals as I tickle her a little on her waist.

“Obviously. You have a bandage on. But when that comes off, look out, it’s happening.”

“You wish!” she says, shaking her head at me.

“Coco hasn’t had a walk today, and I know for a fact she is used to walking twice a day looking for some hot surfer guy out past the wave break.”

“Oh my god, full of yourself or what?” She starts to wriggle herself to the edge of the bed.

“Well, if the shoe fits…” I say, sliding off the bed, laughing out loud at the look she gives me while pulling on her underwear.

“The shoe might fit, but I doubt the hat will if the head keeps growing.” She slides her dress over her head, which is a real shame because I was enjoying the view.

“Now who thinks they’re funny. Maybe Coco should be the judge of who is right?” I step into my shorts that Asha so hotly pulled off me earlier.

“Nope, that won’t work. She will always choose you, even though she’s my dog. You mesmerize her with your powers.”

“Oh no, you worked it out. I used to sit on my board out on the waves, putting spells on her every day, making her stop in front of me on the beach, just so I could perve on you.” I place both my hands under my chin, attempting to look like an angel, but it just earns me a pillow flying at my face.

“Okay then, that’s going on the list too. A pillow fight—naked, of course, because that always makes things so much more fun.”

“Is sex all you ever think about?” she asks, sliding her feet into her shoes.

“No, not at all. Sex with you is all I ever think about.”

“Ugh. You’re ridiculous.”

Just in the heat of the moment and not realizing what I’m saying in just normal words I would use with anyone I was joking with, I blurt out, “Yeah, but you love me for it.”

Asha stops still and then answers in words that I will treasure for the time being, “Not yet, but we are certainly getting there.” Her cheeks flushing, she then continues to get herself ready for our walk.

“And that’s all I care about. Let’s go.” Taking her hand and walking out of the room, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I’ve told her who I am and opened the door for her to be in my life one hundred percent.

And she almost loves me.

I can’t ask for more than that.

ASHA

The last few days have felt like heaven.

Staying with Kurt at his place gave me time to get my head around everything he told me and the news of the impending trial. Although I had bursts of energy, I really did need time to just sit back and rest.

I think my body has been on high alert for so long that once I stopped and tried to free my mind, the exhaustion took over. Kurt, against my complaining for hours, has taken this week off work and been here to take care of me. Breakfast in bed, picnic lunch on the beach, and slow nights on the back deck with music and wine—which may have led to other nighttime fun, stretching long into the night. Surely you can’t get tired from having sex every night, otherwise humankind would not exist.

I mean, seriously, we can’t be the only couple on this planet that can’t keep our hands off each other. Well, hands, mouths, and other parts of the body.

Kurt told me I could talk to Davina and Scott about him, but I don’t. I don’t want to share him.

I trust him.

They would tell me I shouldn’t trust anyone, but they aren’t me.

There is no way I would feel like I do if he wasn’t the man for me.

Timing in some ways is the worst possible ever, but my romance writer brain also tells me there is a reason the universe has sent him into my life now. Maybe because I’m at the point I can’t do it on my own anymore, or that I just deserve some happiness for all the shit that’s been thrown at me.

Or my favorite thought is that it’s my time to find love and no person on this earth will protect me like the man who loves me will.

It’s a fantasy, but I deserve it.

That’s what I keep telling myself every morning when I wake up in his arms.

The late-afternoon air is blowing softly through the curtains behind me while I’m sitting on the bedroom balcony at Kurt’s, laptop in front of me, finally back writing again. The pressure of having to lie to Kurt about deadlines is gone, making the words flow so much more freely.

Seth has called over a few times with Oscar and sat with Kurt chatting and laughing. I leave them to it for their boy time. Oscar is quiet but looks at me funny every time I see him. I don’t know if he has come off a bad relationship or what, but he looks at me with some sort of anger inside, I think. It’s probably my stupid imagination, but I don’t feel like he’s someone I want to get to know.

I was glad when he told Kurt he was going to head off to his brother’s in the mountains but would stay in touch. After he left, Kurt told me he is just struggling getting back into civilian life. I never thought about how hard it is on the agents, as well as the people in the program. That night Kurt explained over dinner how his last few years have been, trying to slip into a simpler life. Something I long to be able to do once this is all over.

Scott has checked in every day, and I know he is watching the house at all times, but