NMW I Love You

Chapter 17 Breakfast Bliss and Morning Musings

Imogen disappeared into the bathroom once more, leaving Bryce to find a seat on her bed. As he settled onto the edge of the mattress, his gaze inadvertently fell upon a letter that lay on the bedside table. The paper was neatly folded, its presence an intriguing mystery that tugged at his curiosity.

His mind wavered between reading it and respecting Imogen's privacy. After a moment's hesitation, inquisitiveness got the better of him. Unfolding the letter with care, Bryce's eyes scanned the words written on the page. The handwriting was elegant, each stroke of the pen conveying a sense of thoughtfulness. As he read the contents, a realisation dawned upon him-this was a letter from someone close to Imogen, someone who held a special place in her life. The words spoke of affection, shared memories, and a deep connection that transcended the distance.

A swirl of emotions washed over Bryce as he absorbed the contents of the letter. He felt a mixture of curiosity, empathy, and an inexplicable twinge of discomfort. It was as if he had stumbled upon a piece of Imogen's life that she hadn't shared with him yet.

His initial instinct was to ask her about it, to inquire about the sender of the letter and understand the significance it held. However, a second thought crept in-was it his place to pry into her personal affairs? He pondered this dilemma, torn between his desire to know and his respect for her privacy. In the end, Bryce made a decision. He carefully refolded the letter and placed it exactly where he had found it. He reasoned that it wasn't his place to delve into Imogen's private matters, especially when their friendship was still in its early stages. He reminded himself that everyone had their own stories, their own connections, and their own mysteries.

As he rose from the bed, Bryce's mind was in a whirl, but he was sure he had to put his thoughts aside. He made his way out of Imogen's room, positioning himself near the door to maintain the pretence that he had waited outside all along. He knew that Imogen would emerge soon, and he didn't want her to sense anything amiss.

Moments later, Imogen emerged from the bathroom, her presence drawing Bryce's attention like a magnet. A gentle breeze, carrying with it the soothing fragrance of lavender soap, wafted into the room, creating an ambiance of relaxation and comfort.

Imogen's appearance was a captivating tableau that arrested Bryce's gaze. She wore a bathrobe that seemed to caress her form, draping her figure with understated elegance. The robe, a subtle hue that complemented her complexion, hinted at the serene moments she had spent pampering herself in the bathroom.

The bathrobe's collar framed her neck, exposing a tantalising glimpse of her delicate collarbones. Her hair, still slightly damp, fell in loose tendrils over her shoulders and down her back. Each strand seemed to catch the gentle sunlight that filtered through the window, creating a play of highlights amidst the strands of rich colour. A few droplets of water, like diamonds suspended in time, clung to her hair, capturing the feeling of her recent shower.

Imogen's face held the telltale signs of having just been pampered - a natural flush on her cheeks, her skin glowing with a radiant freshness that spoke of well-being. Her lips, tinted with a subtle hue of natural colour, curved into a smile as she noticed Bryce's steps into the room.

Her eyes, those captivating windows to her soul, held a mixture of surprise and amusement, as if caught in the act of a private moment. As their eyes met, a mutual understanding seemed to pass between them, unspoken yet palpable.

As they stood there, the quiet ambiance of the moment allowed Bryce to truly take in the sight before him. Imogen's authenticity, her unguarded moments, held a charm that was undeniable. Her vulnerability in wearing just a bathrobe and her hair still damp was a reflection of the comfort she felt in his presence, a trust that he held dear.