When Chocolate is Not Enough...
“His shoulders dropped forward, releasing the tension for a few minutes, before the chill worked its magic. Releasing his grasp on the sink, Max pushed his hands through his hair to try and rinse away the combined grime of a morning of hard work on the cottage blended with a thin layer of melted cocoa. As hair conditioners went, this one still had a long way to go.
Just like him.
Eyes blinking, Max threw back his shoulders and combed his wet hair backwards with his fingers, throwing out droplets... over the stone kitchen floor and down his bare back.
Max glanced out of the large window above the sink. It was the only modern glazed window in the cottage, and his grandmother had used to love the view over the garden as she worked in the kitchen. Her window on the world, she’d used to call it. And she had been right. This had been her world.
But for a long time it had not been his. Far from it. But now he had to make the best of what he had. This cottage was the only piece of England that truly belonged to him—and Freya.MoreLess
Just like him.
Eyes blinking, Max threw back his shoulders and combed his wet hair backwards with his fingers, throwing out droplets... over the stone kitchen floor and down his bare back.
Max glanced out of the large window above the sink. It was the only modern glazed window in the cottage, and his grandmother had used to love the view over the garden as she worked in the kitchen. Her window on the world, she’d used to call it. And she had been right. This had been her world.
But for a long time it had not been his. Far from it. But now he had to make the best of what he had. This cottage was the only piece of England that truly belonged to him—and Freya.MoreLess
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