Romance MF: A Suspense Story With A Dark Hidden Secret (romance short story, suspense romance, romantic short stories, adult romance Book 1) Read Online Free
god, this is beautiful,” Lily said, “I wish the rain would let up, I bet it’s an amazing view. Do you have a camera?”
“I might,” he said, indicating the glove-box.
“If it’s sunny tomorrow, we have to take a picture,” she said.
The road finally started to improve and opened up onto a flat field of clover and buttercups, and in front of them they could make out a small rectangular shape of a building with a green tin roof.
“Well, we’re here,” he said.
“Looks a bit scary,” she observed, “two strangers, one a hitchhiker, arrive at a lonely cabin in the middle of a stormy night. Dun dun dunnnn.”
“I was just thinking that. Please refrain from murdering me in the night,” he said, joining in the joke.
Lily grabbed her backpack and the two of them hurried over the muddy lawn to the entrance of the cabin, ducking under the sheet of water that fell of the eaves. The door was unlocked, and Shane didn’t imagine there was much need for security. If someone came this far, they might as well have earned the right to go inside, he figured.
A small generator in the back kicked on when he hit the light switch and both he and Lily were surprised at the interior. It was actually much nicer than both of them had been led to believe. Lily dropped her pack beside a nice leather couch that faced the fireplace, where wood had neatly been stacked in a pile against one wall. The walls themselves were all logs and a few square windows let in light from the car headlights.
“Homey,” she observed, squatting down beside the fireplace and crumpling up some newspapers that had been left.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Making a fire, of course. We don’t want to freeze to death.”
He realized how silly he looked now, standing in the doorway in a wet suit and mud spattered ankles, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides while this little nymph of a woman in front of him was busy making a fire. “I’ll uh… bring the supplies,” he said, awkwardly.
When he came back in with an armful of groceries he’d picked up – eggs, canned food, apples – Lily already had the fire crackling in the old stone fireplace and held her hands in front of it.
“Oh good, you got food!” she said, holding her arms.
“Yeah, a bit meager but I think it’ll have to do for now. Do you have some dry clothes? Why don’t you go change and I’ll try and fix something up for dinner?”
Lily made a little mock curtsy and fished through her backpack for some dry clothes and disappeared into the bathroom while Shane peeled off his own wet charcoal suit and draped it over the mantle of the fireplace. He pulled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt and went to work, cutting vegetables and adding them to the cast iron skillet he found hanging on an iron hook above the sink.
It was one of the many little ‘hobbies’ he’d undertaken of his own volition as a way to try and make his life more interesting, more purposeful. More of a way to distract himself from the boredom of work and his days than anything else. It hadn’t really worked, but he had earned himself some culinary skills regardless, and now at least they’d come in handy.
He already had a medley of stir-fry sizzling in the pan when Lily returned from the bathroom. She wore a very loose-fitting black tank-top that had a Japanese symbol emblazoned in white on the chest, and was just short enough that when she lifted her arms a glint of white flesh peeked out above the top of her jeans. Several holes in the knees peered through the rubbed denim fabric, and Shane could tell instantly that they were legitimate holes. Not like the weird trendy types he saw in stores in Seattle that came with pre-ripped slashes. The holes in her pants had been abraded through years of wearing them, and somehow the casual punk style appealed to him.
“That smells amazing!” she said, lifting her arms over head and stretching backward. Shane glimpsed the jutting bones of her
“I might,” he said, indicating the glove-box.
“If it’s sunny tomorrow, we have to take a picture,” she said.
The road finally started to improve and opened up onto a flat field of clover and buttercups, and in front of them they could make out a small rectangular shape of a building with a green tin roof.
“Well, we’re here,” he said.
“Looks a bit scary,” she observed, “two strangers, one a hitchhiker, arrive at a lonely cabin in the middle of a stormy night. Dun dun dunnnn.”
“I was just thinking that. Please refrain from murdering me in the night,” he said, joining in the joke.
Lily grabbed her backpack and the two of them hurried over the muddy lawn to the entrance of the cabin, ducking under the sheet of water that fell of the eaves. The door was unlocked, and Shane didn’t imagine there was much need for security. If someone came this far, they might as well have earned the right to go inside, he figured.
A small generator in the back kicked on when he hit the light switch and both he and Lily were surprised at the interior. It was actually much nicer than both of them had been led to believe. Lily dropped her pack beside a nice leather couch that faced the fireplace, where wood had neatly been stacked in a pile against one wall. The walls themselves were all logs and a few square windows let in light from the car headlights.
“Homey,” she observed, squatting down beside the fireplace and crumpling up some newspapers that had been left.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Making a fire, of course. We don’t want to freeze to death.”
He realized how silly he looked now, standing in the doorway in a wet suit and mud spattered ankles, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides while this little nymph of a woman in front of him was busy making a fire. “I’ll uh… bring the supplies,” he said, awkwardly.
When he came back in with an armful of groceries he’d picked up – eggs, canned food, apples – Lily already had the fire crackling in the old stone fireplace and held her hands in front of it.
“Oh good, you got food!” she said, holding her arms.
“Yeah, a bit meager but I think it’ll have to do for now. Do you have some dry clothes? Why don’t you go change and I’ll try and fix something up for dinner?”
Lily made a little mock curtsy and fished through her backpack for some dry clothes and disappeared into the bathroom while Shane peeled off his own wet charcoal suit and draped it over the mantle of the fireplace. He pulled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt and went to work, cutting vegetables and adding them to the cast iron skillet he found hanging on an iron hook above the sink.
It was one of the many little ‘hobbies’ he’d undertaken of his own volition as a way to try and make his life more interesting, more purposeful. More of a way to distract himself from the boredom of work and his days than anything else. It hadn’t really worked, but he had earned himself some culinary skills regardless, and now at least they’d come in handy.
He already had a medley of stir-fry sizzling in the pan when Lily returned from the bathroom. She wore a very loose-fitting black tank-top that had a Japanese symbol emblazoned in white on the chest, and was just short enough that when she lifted her arms a glint of white flesh peeked out above the top of her jeans. Several holes in the knees peered through the rubbed denim fabric, and Shane could tell instantly that they were legitimate holes. Not like the weird trendy types he saw in stores in Seattle that came with pre-ripped slashes. The holes in her pants had been abraded through years of wearing them, and somehow the casual punk style appealed to him.
“That smells amazing!” she said, lifting her arms over head and stretching backward. Shane glimpsed the jutting bones of her
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