Read Online For Both Are Infinite (Hearts in London Book 1) by Stephanie Alba - Free Book Online
Authors: Stephanie Alba
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you to stay at my flat in Paris, and I’m sure you’re excited to look at my “not bad” face, lol.
I laughed, picturing him grinning like a teenager. Sometimes he bit his tongue when he laughed and it was adorably sexy, probably my favorite of all his laughs. Yes, I'd been mentally cataloguing his laughs like some lunatic. He sent another text right after.
Rhys: Night, Ellie.
CHAPTER SIX
I caught up with my parents on Wednesday via Skype. Keeping in touch proved difficult with the time difference, but we made the effort and worked around it. It was great chatting with them and the happenings in our lives. My mother, of course, asked about Rhys, dying to know if he was as nice as he was handsome. She’d always been an avid reader of celebrity magazines and still couldn’t believe I was seeing him twice a week. I told her how it was going, leaving my attraction and connection with him out of it. She went as far as to ask for a picture of the two of us, still not quite believing I was working with him. I ignored her despite her incessant persistence.
My parents were great at avoiding talk of Aaron. They learned within the second month after his passing that I never wanted to talk about it. Perhaps it wasn’t the healthiest road to recovery, but it worked for me, sort of. I hadn’t talked about him to anyone in months, and now he came up whenever I was with Rhys. It didn’t make sense that it was so uncomplicated to talk to him and not to my parents, or Anne. But it also made perfect sense. I wondered what it was, considering his smile, or the ease in his eyes, but it was simpler than that. Rhys had been the first to ask about me, identifying me as a separate entity, and not just as Aaron’s half-widow.
Thursday morning I dressed comfortably in coral shorts, a white t-shirt and burlap toms. It was warm outside, so I tied my hair into a high ponytail, and excitedly assessed my outfit. I knew it was ridiculous to dress cute, but the girl within, the one I’d buried deep inside two years ago, was excited for his attention. I loved the way his eyes felt on me as he studied and took me into the layers of his mind.
I could feel myself falling for him, stupidly of course, but I couldn’t deny the connection. It made me feel a little less alone in the world. I was also intrigued that he of all people ignited my interest. Even though others had tried without success, I hadn’t felt that way since Aaron. I’d been awkward with Rhys’ initial closeness, but quickly learned it was just his nature; he was caring, openhearted, and familiar in every way.
That morning, I remembered we only had two weeks together and it scared me. How would I manage to keep moving forward without the person that encouraged my heart to restart? It's why I'd hesitated letting him in, because inevitably, I would have to let him go.
I took my big satchel filled with my Paris books, personal items, and a blanket to lie on. My nerves were like jumping beans in my stomach as I waited on the corner of Hyde Park for him to arrive. After ten minutes that were unending, a black Jaguar pulled up and dropped him off. He hadn’t seen me. As he spoke to his driver, and after pulling out his binder, he pulled out a large picnic basket. Rhys closed the door and almost bumped into me when he turned around.
“Hey you!” he said.
“Hi.” I instantly blushed, unable to control my body from the moment it saw him.
“I brought lunch,” he said, lifting the basket in indication. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Aw, you didn’t have to do that.”
We started making our way to the pond side by side. “You know, Ellie, I don’t do anything because I have to, I do it because I want to. I made all of it, too.”
My heart warmed at the thought of him making me lunch. I didn’t respond, too flustered adoring him to make any sense. We sat close to the pond, laying out the blanket and catching up. He told me about his costume fittings and how
I laughed, picturing him grinning like a teenager. Sometimes he bit his tongue when he laughed and it was adorably sexy, probably my favorite of all his laughs. Yes, I'd been mentally cataloguing his laughs like some lunatic. He sent another text right after.
Rhys: Night, Ellie.
CHAPTER SIX
I caught up with my parents on Wednesday via Skype. Keeping in touch proved difficult with the time difference, but we made the effort and worked around it. It was great chatting with them and the happenings in our lives. My mother, of course, asked about Rhys, dying to know if he was as nice as he was handsome. She’d always been an avid reader of celebrity magazines and still couldn’t believe I was seeing him twice a week. I told her how it was going, leaving my attraction and connection with him out of it. She went as far as to ask for a picture of the two of us, still not quite believing I was working with him. I ignored her despite her incessant persistence.
My parents were great at avoiding talk of Aaron. They learned within the second month after his passing that I never wanted to talk about it. Perhaps it wasn’t the healthiest road to recovery, but it worked for me, sort of. I hadn’t talked about him to anyone in months, and now he came up whenever I was with Rhys. It didn’t make sense that it was so uncomplicated to talk to him and not to my parents, or Anne. But it also made perfect sense. I wondered what it was, considering his smile, or the ease in his eyes, but it was simpler than that. Rhys had been the first to ask about me, identifying me as a separate entity, and not just as Aaron’s half-widow.
Thursday morning I dressed comfortably in coral shorts, a white t-shirt and burlap toms. It was warm outside, so I tied my hair into a high ponytail, and excitedly assessed my outfit. I knew it was ridiculous to dress cute, but the girl within, the one I’d buried deep inside two years ago, was excited for his attention. I loved the way his eyes felt on me as he studied and took me into the layers of his mind.
I could feel myself falling for him, stupidly of course, but I couldn’t deny the connection. It made me feel a little less alone in the world. I was also intrigued that he of all people ignited my interest. Even though others had tried without success, I hadn’t felt that way since Aaron. I’d been awkward with Rhys’ initial closeness, but quickly learned it was just his nature; he was caring, openhearted, and familiar in every way.
That morning, I remembered we only had two weeks together and it scared me. How would I manage to keep moving forward without the person that encouraged my heart to restart? It's why I'd hesitated letting him in, because inevitably, I would have to let him go.
I took my big satchel filled with my Paris books, personal items, and a blanket to lie on. My nerves were like jumping beans in my stomach as I waited on the corner of Hyde Park for him to arrive. After ten minutes that were unending, a black Jaguar pulled up and dropped him off. He hadn’t seen me. As he spoke to his driver, and after pulling out his binder, he pulled out a large picnic basket. Rhys closed the door and almost bumped into me when he turned around.
“Hey you!” he said.
“Hi.” I instantly blushed, unable to control my body from the moment it saw him.
“I brought lunch,” he said, lifting the basket in indication. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Aw, you didn’t have to do that.”
We started making our way to the pond side by side. “You know, Ellie, I don’t do anything because I have to, I do it because I want to. I made all of it, too.”
My heart warmed at the thought of him making me lunch. I didn’t respond, too flustered adoring him to make any sense. We sat close to the pond, laying out the blanket and catching up. He told me about his costume fittings and how
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