Cabin Heat: A New Adult and College Romance (The Billionaire Romance Redemption Series Book 1) by Bella Love-Wins Page A
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and a t-shirt after stepping out of his master bathroom, and slipped into bed. If only it would just stop snowing, everything could go back to normal.
Chapter Seven
ABBY couldn’t stop thinking about how badly their night could have ended had they not been found by Andrew. As she relaxed on the bed, sprained ankle propped on a pillow, her body would tense up and shiver from the images still whirling around in her head. She remembered how, for all the clothes, hats and scarves she wore, blowing snow had managed to find its way up into her nostrils, into her eyes, and had frozen her face, hands, and basically everywhere from head to toe.
She wiped a single tear that fell down one side her face, a reminder of how her eyes watered from the elements. It’s okay now, Abbs .
“Thank God for Andrew,” she whispered.
As she said his name, she recalled his touch. And the way he looked at her. It was mesmerizing. Abby hoped she didn’t also give off a “deer-in-the-headlights” kind of gaze when she looked at him. She shook her head to force him out of her mind.
Knowing it was unlikely she’d fall asleep anytime soon, Abby turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. It was time to make a concerted effort to get out of bed and use the washroom again. She contemplated just waiting until morning, but with all the soup, tea, and water she drank, her bladder was not going to hold. She grabbed the foot of the bed, limping around it to get closer to the bathroom door. It was only a few yards away, so she hopped on her good leg, taking fairly large jumps to get across the room.
Abby laughed when she made it to the bathroom, thinking how silly she must look. When she was finished, she took the same hop-along strides, but as she made it closer to the bed, her foot slipped. It landed half-way on the end of one of her oversized pajama pant legs. As if in slow motion, she felt her body seize up, trying to brace and turn so she wouldn’t hit her bad ankle anywhere near the bed. Her arms stretched out to reach out and grip anything nearby, but all she clasped was the corner of the comforter, which came down with her. It landed softly, while she hit the ground on her hip with a loud thump.
“Shit,” she shouted between clenched teeth, feeling the pain of the impact shoot from her hip. “How am I going to get up now?”
* * *
ANDREW had been tossing and turning in his sprawling bed for the past hour, uncertain how he could be so tired yet unable to sleep. He sat up and took off his t-shirt, leaned up on one hand and punched his pillow in the middle, trying to make himself more comfortable. He lay on his back again and stared up at the ceiling, wishing for sweet slumber to wash over his brain.
As he was about to slam the pillow beside him over his head in frustration, he heard a noise in the guest bedroom. It was loud enough to make him feel concern, given Abby was already injured and in pain. Without skipping a beat, Andrew was out of his room and knocking on his guest’s door.
“Everything okay?” he called out against the closed door.
“Not really,” Abby answered weakly. “Come in.”
Andrew was aghast as he saw Abby on the floor beside the bed. His gut seized as he looked at her, so weak and helpless, and exhausted from pain.
“What happened?” He rushed over and knelt beside her.
“I had to use the ladies’ room again,” Abby explained as he sat her up and looked at her ankle. “I made it there all right, but had a slight hitch on the return trip. Nothing big. Just call it a wardrobe malfunction.”
“Sorry, what?” he asked, confused.
“I tripped on the pant leg,” she explained. “I should have just rolled them up more.”
“Ouch,” he remarked. “I’m sorry. I should have offered you ladies some of my sister’s things instead. They’re in one of the bedrooms upstairs.”
“It’s not your fault, Andrew,” Abby insisted. “Totally my bad.”
“Still, I should have thought about
Chapter Seven
ABBY couldn’t stop thinking about how badly their night could have ended had they not been found by Andrew. As she relaxed on the bed, sprained ankle propped on a pillow, her body would tense up and shiver from the images still whirling around in her head. She remembered how, for all the clothes, hats and scarves she wore, blowing snow had managed to find its way up into her nostrils, into her eyes, and had frozen her face, hands, and basically everywhere from head to toe.
She wiped a single tear that fell down one side her face, a reminder of how her eyes watered from the elements. It’s okay now, Abbs .
“Thank God for Andrew,” she whispered.
As she said his name, she recalled his touch. And the way he looked at her. It was mesmerizing. Abby hoped she didn’t also give off a “deer-in-the-headlights” kind of gaze when she looked at him. She shook her head to force him out of her mind.
Knowing it was unlikely she’d fall asleep anytime soon, Abby turned on the bedside lamp and sat up. It was time to make a concerted effort to get out of bed and use the washroom again. She contemplated just waiting until morning, but with all the soup, tea, and water she drank, her bladder was not going to hold. She grabbed the foot of the bed, limping around it to get closer to the bathroom door. It was only a few yards away, so she hopped on her good leg, taking fairly large jumps to get across the room.
Abby laughed when she made it to the bathroom, thinking how silly she must look. When she was finished, she took the same hop-along strides, but as she made it closer to the bed, her foot slipped. It landed half-way on the end of one of her oversized pajama pant legs. As if in slow motion, she felt her body seize up, trying to brace and turn so she wouldn’t hit her bad ankle anywhere near the bed. Her arms stretched out to reach out and grip anything nearby, but all she clasped was the corner of the comforter, which came down with her. It landed softly, while she hit the ground on her hip with a loud thump.
“Shit,” she shouted between clenched teeth, feeling the pain of the impact shoot from her hip. “How am I going to get up now?”
* * *
ANDREW had been tossing and turning in his sprawling bed for the past hour, uncertain how he could be so tired yet unable to sleep. He sat up and took off his t-shirt, leaned up on one hand and punched his pillow in the middle, trying to make himself more comfortable. He lay on his back again and stared up at the ceiling, wishing for sweet slumber to wash over his brain.
As he was about to slam the pillow beside him over his head in frustration, he heard a noise in the guest bedroom. It was loud enough to make him feel concern, given Abby was already injured and in pain. Without skipping a beat, Andrew was out of his room and knocking on his guest’s door.
“Everything okay?” he called out against the closed door.
“Not really,” Abby answered weakly. “Come in.”
Andrew was aghast as he saw Abby on the floor beside the bed. His gut seized as he looked at her, so weak and helpless, and exhausted from pain.
“What happened?” He rushed over and knelt beside her.
“I had to use the ladies’ room again,” Abby explained as he sat her up and looked at her ankle. “I made it there all right, but had a slight hitch on the return trip. Nothing big. Just call it a wardrobe malfunction.”
“Sorry, what?” he asked, confused.
“I tripped on the pant leg,” she explained. “I should have just rolled them up more.”
“Ouch,” he remarked. “I’m sorry. I should have offered you ladies some of my sister’s things instead. They’re in one of the bedrooms upstairs.”
“It’s not your fault, Andrew,” Abby insisted. “Totally my bad.”
“Still, I should have thought about
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