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It was a little before dawn when Tippa’s eyes popped open! Her heart froze when, through clearly open eyes, she saw a man sleeping next to her bed! Tippa found the strength, out of sheer shock, to yell from a sore throat of inactivity. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house!?" She began to scream, though painful, at the top of her lungs! "Burglar! Intruder! Help me! Someone help me!" Tippa yells vigorously.Surely, Ross woke up to the hysterics of her screaming. He quickly hopped up from the chair where he had slept with his mask on his face, which he had practiced wearing every night since the beginning of the pandemic. Ross's heart was racing and filled with fear. He looked over at her with his mind in a hazy fog as he became fully awake, realizing she was no longer unconscious.Tippa's upper half of her body shot up in a sitting position instantly. Adrenaline flooded her very being as she was filled with fear. Unable to recall what had happened to her previous nights. Her c
“I mean, you are a very fortunate young lady! Some kind of strange way. I was led here to save you! Serendipity has happened to us once again.” "Serendipity?" "Yes, don't you remember you told me when we first met that you strongly believe in Serendipity? Well, after I ended up here, I started to believe in it, too. Each occurrence of events keeps happening to us by chance. And you said that each time it has been beneficial and will lead to us being happy. The first time we met Tippa was at the college, and then the next time was when I bumped into you. Do you remember that incident? After that, we ended up dating. And now I end up here in Vermont in the middle of the night at your house to save you. What a stroke of serendipity!" "So you are telling me that all this happened by chance?" Tippa looks at him with a doubting expression.Ross says, "Yes." shaking his head. "I'm astonished at how I ended up here."“I don’t know what to say. None of this makes any sense to me. After all
Her heart raced even faster as his fingers returned to touching her hair. Admittedly, it felt good to have him be this close to her again. Of course, Tippa couldn't convey such words to him, but she secretly enjoyed it. Tippa felt relaxed, but she knew she shouldn't, considering their existing relationship—there was none. He was her doctor and nothing more. She had to remind her heart of that several times.Ross looks away and resumes back to brushing her hair. However, he wanted to have more conversation with Tippa. He rarely utters a word when in her presence after their last conversation. Now, he'd speak unless Tippa asked him a question; he didn't want it that way. But he knew she asked him to leave earlier, and he didn’t want to provoke those words out of her again. So he spoke only when necessary and did what she requested to keep her happy. But unknowingly, his eyes spoke with gentle tenderness and a persuasive aura of sweet kindness. They drew her toward him and compelled her
Ross had been sleeping in a chair for over two weeks, and it had become his body's enemy. The wooden chair had no mercy. It didn't bend or give, and his poor back made him want to yell for many nights. But most nights, he only mildly grunted and closed his eyes. Ross got about three hours of sleep. Some nights, he dreamed of climbing into bed beside her, but he realized Tippa was still very sick and still could be very well contagious.The required time for the virus to be gone is fourteen days. Once that happens he would be free to remove his mask. That will be a glorious day! Until then, he slept uncomfortably in a chair six feet away from her bedside with a mask on his face. Seeing that her health was gradually improving, Ross implemented taking her off most of the medicine. Her body was beginning to feel better, and she had more energy. But as for her mind and heart, she felt very confused and twisted up in a host of emotions."Tippa, guess what day it is?" Ross came into the bedro
The next morning, Tippa stood in the bathroom, questioning herself about last night. Unlike the many dreams she has entertained, that was filled with enticingly great sexual intercourse. Is this beautiful man coming to her in the middle of the night to satisfy her cravings? Gratifying her with the feel of his warm hands and hard staff against her core. Last night was nothing like her crackling dreams filled with energy and passion.Last night, she had been so sure that it was a miracle that he was next to her in the flesh. She had been so in love, and maybe she is still in love. Tippa remembered the way he walked, the depth of his dark eyes, and his quiet ways. He never talked much, but when he did, it was meaningful, intriguing, and tempting. The sound of his voice was like music. She loved to hear him speak, hanging on to every word and being warmed by the sound of his voice. Tippa sighed.“Why is this happening to me now? Why didn’t he kiss me first? Is he still attracted to me? Doe
Ross thought of only one way she could pay him, and that was for her to forgive him, and they pick up where they left off the other night. But he dared say it. So he stood close behind her as she allowed him to get. He whispered in her ear. “Seeing you happy is amazing, that's payment enough.”Tippa turns to face him, but there is only enough turning room between his body and the wall. She met his level stare, noticing the darkening of his penetrating eyes as the blood heated up in her face and spread slowly over her neck and chest. Tippa surprisingly reaches over his shoulders, hugging him, resting her head on his broad shoulders. “I owe you so much more than what you've gotten from me these few weeks. Thank you for making my dreams a reality.""You got to know you are worth it. Look, let's get you to the table to eat."She squeezed his hand to keep him from quickly escaping. Tippa smiled at him, and her smile had the same effect from the first day he met her at the college. But i
Tippa enters the library room, where she finds Mr. Kincaid sitting with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper. He makes her house feel like an elegant home. It is an environment that fits his calm, serene demeanor and mysterious disposition. He looks up at her; he has caught her staring. His expression remains impassive as his gaze slowly examines her face, lingering on her mouth before shifting to her outfit. “Well, look at you. I remember this girl.” Ross says with one dark, thick brow arched sexily. Then he stood as his broad shoulders filled the library room.He looked at her almost curiously with his shiny hair and clean-shaven face, smelling divine. “I remember this boy, too,” Tippa replied, smiling. She glanced at him from head to toe, noticing his weathered boots, which complemented his outfit. His demeanor differed from the one she had encountered over the past few weeks; he no longer appeared to be just a doctor but the man she recalls dating and almost said, 'I do.'"Ni
Ross is exceptionally handsome, manly, and very much a true gentleman in every sense of the word. He didn't tower over her because she's a tall girl, about five-nine and even taller in heels. But she liked looking at him almost directly in his good-looking face. Tippa view that advantage a treat. Those large almond-shaped eyes were like two deep, dark pools of water in this environment. Tippa seemed not to be able to take her eyes off of them. His eyes did something to her heart and body unexplainable.“Oh wow! It’s open!” She said excitedly. “Let’s put our mask on, Tip.” Ross encouragedOnce inside the building, she exclaims. “Wow! Warmth feels much better." "Come on, we have to take the elevator to the view tower." She says, now walking in front of him.The country store at the foot of the mountain had several levels. The town called it the "One-stop Mountain Lookout General Store."It had a grocery store on the first level and a clothing store on the second. Also, it had a restaur