AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Then it’s about time we changed that,” he states triumphantly, his grip on the wheel tightening as he maneuvers through the winding coastal roads.
“Damn right, it is,” I say, feeling a thrill of excitement ripple through me at the prospect of spending more time together.
As we continue to drive, the landscape around us changes from sandy beaches and palm trees to jagged cliffs and crashing waves. The beauty of it all leaves me breathless, but it pales in comparison to the anticipation of exploring our desires together.
“Almost there,” Percival announces, his voice tinged with eagerness.
“Can’t wait,” I reply, my imagination already painting vivid images of what’s to come.
The coastal breeze whips through my hair as we take a winding, secluded road along the cliffs. Percival takes the short detour to a Vista Point and stops the car. The picturesque scene before us looks like it’s been plucked straight from a postcard, with Monterey Bay sparkling in the distance. Percival’s fingers trail delicately up and down my arm, each touch sending shivers across my skin.
“Spencer, have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”
I shake my head, my eyes fixed on the breathtaking panorama unfolding before us. The truth is, I’m not just talking about the scenery. In that instant, I realize that the real beauty lies within the connection Percival and I share, electric, powerful, and undeniably intense.
“Neither have I,” he admits, his gaze flickering from the road to me. There’s a fire in his eyes, a burning desire that seems to mirror my own. I shiver despite the warmth of the setting sun.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I tease, trying to break the spell he’s cast on me.
“Like what?” he grins, feigning innocence. But we both know there’s nothing innocent about the way he makes me feel.
“Like you’re undressing me with your eyes.”
“Can you blame me?” he retorts. “You’re a goddess.” His words send a thrill down my spine as his free hand brushes my thigh, moving ever so slowly higher.
We are flirting with danger, and I’m willing to risk it all.
“Keep it together, Mr. Hills.We haven’t arrived yet,” I warn playfully, even as my body trembles with anticipation.
“Trust me, I’ve got everything under control,” he replies confidently.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Spencer
Whilewearesilent,just enjoying the breathtaking view, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, surprised to see a message from Aunt Orla.
Her: Spencer, just checking on you. Mr. Wagner came earlier today to check the roof. We need to move fast with this.
My chest tightens, and the weight of responsibility settles on my shoulders once more. I look back out the window, but the scenery doesn’t hold the same magic it did moments ago. Instead, I find myself consumed by thoughts of our crumbling historic home in San Diego and the mountain of bills to pay that never seems to shrink.
“Everything okay?” Percival asks, his voice full of concern as he notices the shift in my mood.
I nod slightly before signing, “It’s just… Aunt Orla reminded me of our bills and the repairs the house needs. It’s hard to enjoy this trip knowing there’s so much to take care of back home.”
Percival’s gaze softens as he takes in my words. “I get it, Spencer. But you deserve a break. I’m sure you’ll figure something out when we get back, okay?”
My hands tremble as I sign, “I just feel so overwhelmed sometimes. I need to find a way to make more money, but I can’t seem to catch a break.”
“Hey,” he says gently, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “We’ll sort it out, alright?”
His words bring a small comfort, but the knot of anxiety remains lodged in my chest. I force a smile and try to focus on the present moment; the warm breeze, the fading sunlight, and the promise of whatever is waiting for us in Monterey. But the weight of my responsibilities refuses to be ignored, casting a shadow over even the brightest moments.
“Thanks,” I say quietly, hoping my gratitude reaches him despite my heavy heart. “I appreciate your support.”
“Always,” he replies, his eyes filled with sincerity. “Now, let’s enjoy this trip and make some memories we’ll never forget.”
I watch as Percival’s expression becomes tender, his eyes brimming with genuine concern for my well-being. “Spencer, I promise we’ll find a way to help you out with your home and the bills,” he says earnestly. “You don’t have to carry this burden alone.”
