What is going through his mind?
I shake off the thought before speaking up again. “Do you feel up to a session today, or did you want to have a rest day instead?”
He contemplates for a second before shaking his head. “Nah, I think we just have a day to relax instead. Maybe even finally try out the hot tub?” He pumps his eyebrows a couple times.
Rolling my eyes, I lean back on my hands, pursing my lips before nodding. “Alright, Carter. Let’s do it.”
We lapse back into silence for a short while before I stand, wiping my hands off onto my shorts.
“I’m going to head out and get some food. Maybe some pastries from down the road, do you want anything?” I ask as I walk backwards, up the pier, toward the house. On the drive to the house, I saw the cutest little vintage bakery. A maroon door and golden fixtures, hanging plants across the space and a display window of cakes that look absolutely mouth-watering, and I knew that I had to try them while we were out here.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having."
I nod before turning to continue up the path.
Once I get to the house, I move toward the front door to slip on my shoes before heading out. It’s a nice day, sunny with a soft breeze so I decide to walk. Take advantage of the space and the fresh air.
It’s fifteen minutes later when I get to the bakery. The bell at the top of the door chimes softly as I open it, the sweet smell of sugar encasing me instantly.
I take a deep breath. This is exactly what I needed this morning.
The floors were a honey-coloured wood, the walls a soft blush pink.
Behind the glass counters, there were more pastries than you could ever dream of. Glossy fruit tarts, cinnamon rolls, flaky croissants, little cream puffs, sweet pies and just about every flavour of cake that I could imagine. Heaven.
An older woman behind the counter greeted me with a big smile. “Hello, love. How can I help you today?”
I return the smile. “Hi, I was looking for some breakfast for myself and a friend, maybe even some treats for later. What would you recommend?”
She looks down, inside the counter for a second to contemplate before answering. “I’d recommend the croissants for breakfast. Absolute heaven if you ask me. Then for the sweets our fruit tarts and cinnamon rolls.”
I nod my head slowly. “Can I get two of the croissants, then six fruit tarts and six cinnamon rolls please?”
“Coming right up, dear.” She says as she starts to move around behind the counter, packing up the pastries.
My mind flicks back to Levi waiting at the house, sending butterflies through my stomach. He’s unnerving to me, but in the best way. It’s starting to make it hard to be around him. I don’t know if I can trust myself.
I shake those thoughts away, paying the lady before grabbing the bag and walking out of the store.
The scent of coffee hits me immediately as I enter the house and kick off my shoes, hearing Levi rustling about in the kitchen. I head in that direction, arms overflowing with the best smelling pastries I’ve ever bought. I haven’t even taken a bite yet and I am already planning when I can go back and try everything else.
I notice the table is set when Levi walks around the corner holding a pot of coffee and a couple of mugs.
I arch a brow at him. He looks almost sheepish, giving me a small shrug before setting the coffee on the table.
I place the bag of treats on the table, rifling through to find our croissants. I pull one out, taking a bite, moaning at the taste. Levi chokes on his coffee, flushing red at the sound. My eyebrows draw together. He’s acting a little strange.
Breakfast passes by in silence as we catch up on life back home, me with my family back in Australia and Levi with his teammates, I’m sure. After finishing up, we clean the table and the kitchen, putting everything back where it belongs.
I turn to Levi, leaning against the counter and crossing my arms. “How about the hot tub to get that shoulder of yours nice and relaxed? I think it deserves a little bit of a break.”
I wink at him making Levi flush crimson as he looks away, nodding shyly.
Brushing past him, I move towards the stairs. “I’ll meet you there.”
…
I make my way down to the tub.
