❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 when Carolynne woke up early the next morning. Lockwood was laid on his back and she was laid on her side facing away from him. The house was completely silent when she slipped from the bed and went in the shower.
She wasn't in long and the cool water was refreshing on her clammy skin. When she got out she wrapped her hair in a towel and tied her gown around her. Carolynne heard Lockwood groan when she walked out onto the landing and when she got downstairs she head George mumbling to himself in the kitchen.
She wasn't in the bedroom long before the phone in the hallway could be heard and there was a knock on her door. Carolynne dropped her towel on the chair before opening the door to see Lockwood standing there wearing his usual comfortable clothes and the phone in his hand.
"It's the hospital," he said and handed her the phone.
Carolynne held it up to her ear and leaned on the doorframe, "hello?"
Lockwood watched her with soft eyes as she listened to the woman on the phone. When she said goodbye she hung up and handed the phone back to him, "my prescriptions ready."
"I can go pick it up for you now," he smiled at her with a slight tilt to his head. "If you want?"
