Happy Valentine’s Day!
Here on Nitty Gritty Romance, we’re wishing everyone a day (and a lifetime!) filled with LOVE!
Here are two of my loves, romance & yoga!
Wishing you a wonderful day!
He reached out and placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it gently. His gaze danced across hers.
“I, uh…” Her tummy rumbled with excitement.
“Thank you, Jenna. For all of it.” He pulled back, letting his hand drop to his side. He walked to the clothing rack in the back of the room, dropped the sauerkraut, and dug a small pink box from his leather bag. “Here. I wanted it to be so much more but this just felt right.”
Jenna took the box with trembling hands. She gave it a slight shake, listening to it rattle. “What is it?”
Jenna’s heart raced as she tugged at the ribbon and lifted the top off the box. Inside were a hundred pink candy turtles—all stamped with the word “Dream.”
She looked up at him, her eyes aching from tears. “How did you?”
“I know you’d want your father here tonight. And I know he’d want you to dream big, because that’s what I want for you.”
“Trevor, I…” Jenna threw her arms around his neck and held him, tightly, her gown bunching between them. When she broke away, she was inches from him.
“Perchance to dream, Jenna.”
She smiled, biting the corner of her lip, exactly where his fingers had been only moments before. He reached up to touch her hair.
“Careful of the wig,” she joked.
“And with that sugar addiction of yours, I figured Valentine’s Day candy was a given.”
“Oh, you know me so well, Mr. Hughes.” Jenna fanned herself coquettishly.
He smiled. Trevor tossed the container aside and scooped Jenna into his arms. He held her tight.
“It feels like the nunnery scene.” Jenna’s voice was soft and breathy.
“Yes, but does this happen in the nunnery scene?” Trevor pulled her closer to him, and his lips nearly brushed against hers.
“Maybe it should?”
“Are you telling me…?” Trevor studied her, his gaze locked on hers. “You want me to—?”
The stage manager stuck his head through the door. “Hamlet? Ophelia? Places, please.”
Her body ached as he released her.
“Damn it.” Trevor shook his head, jumping up and down in place. He stopped and smiled at Jenna, taking her hand and kissing it, before letting go. “Here we go.”
“Break a leg, Trevor.” She smiled at him, adrenaline rushing through her.
“You too, Jenna.”
She made her way to the door and turned back. “Trevor? Here’s to not sucking and having to do dinner theatre in the middle of nowhere.”
Chuckling, Trevor tossed his head back and Jenna scooted out the door.
Rock star, Malcolm Angel, tortured by a dark past, may be the poet laureate of romance, but he, like science-minded Summer, has never believed in romantic love. How could he? With his history, he doesn’t deserve to be loved.
When Summer’s honesty, kindness, and exuberance for life changes his perspective, the two discover they are in deeper than either dreamed possible. But when Malcolm discovers Summer’s been perpetuating a lie, will he forgive her? Even if forgiveness is possible, can a man immune to love teach someone else to believe in it?
Life is speeding by, faster and faster each year, but it’s the little things that keep us happy.
So Seasons Greeting, and wishing you all a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I hope that the end of this year will be cheerful, and the start of the New Year joyful. Look after yourselves and one another.