❝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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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, her palms pressed into her eyes. Her head felt like it was going to explode and ever inch of her body felt sore.
"I'm sorry, love," Lockwood cooed from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "But you said you wanted to go to Steven's before we go home."
" think I'm dying," Carolynne grumbled.
Lockwood chuckled, "I'm sorry to hear that Care, perhaps I can help with that."
Carolynne took her hands away from her eyes to see Lockwood sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed and fresh as a daisy. He had a cup of tea in his hand and a plate of toast resting in his lap.
"You're the best," Carolynne said as she sat up. "God do I love you."
Lockwood laughed as he passed her the cup of tea before passing her the plate, she rested the mug on the bedside and plate in her lap.
"Have you eaten?" She asked before taking a bite of toast.
"Yeah," Lockwood said, leaning down to the floor before holding up a pint glass of water and strip of paracetamol. "I've been up for a while, all that is left to pack is what we brought with us and the movers have just picked up the boxes you wanted to take back home."
