For Both Are Infinite (Hearts in London Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

side of me scoffed. I knew I was being hard on myself, but I wasn’t about to ruin all the strength I’d gained over the last year. I replied “me too,” keeping it simple to avoid giving him the wrong idea. Then I tossed my phone, turned over and slowly dozed off.
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    I caught up with grading on Wednesday and went for a walk in the park, appreciating the appeal that London was a metropolitan city, with subways and skyscrapers that still provided the balance of outdoors and greenery-filled parks. The day passed quickly and the following morning I had trouble picking an outfit, suddenly caring about how I looked. I settled for a gray maxi skirt and a red tee, looking summery and casual enough to be comfortable at work. We would be spending the day watching film versions of Hamlet , analyzing actors’ portrayals and what Rhys could take from that.
    I was early again, but this time I was prepared for the possibility that he’d be there too and I saw him sitting through the glass. He stood up immediately and opened the door for me. Involuntarily, I smiled and murmured what hopefully sounded like a thank you.
    “Good morning.”
    “Good morning, Rhys.”
    “Aw,” he mumbled. Reading my perplexed expression he said, “It’s nice to hear you say my first name.”
    I looked down and the corners of my mouth tilted slightly as I shrugged. As I attempted to sit, he pulled out my chair for me and then handed me another coffee.
    “Rhys, you don’t have to bring coffee each time. I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary.”
    “I know, but I go for myself, so I’ll bring one for you as well.” He smiled with endearing warmth, reminding me of a sweet young boy that had no worries in the world. I was certain he saw a cold old lady when he looked at me, but it’s only because he didn’t understand and I wouldn’t let him.
    To keep myself from staring, I explained that we would be watching movies for the day and lead him to the viewing room on the floor above. The room was fit for twenty students, and I had mistakenly assumed he'd sit closer to the screen, only to be surprised when he plopped into the seat directly beside me in the back.
    “Rhys, you can sit closer if you like,” I nudged ahead in hopes to gain some space.
    He looked over at me in the dark, his blue eyes practically glowing as he whispered, “It’s all right. I like this seat.”
    The credits began, darkening the room so he could no longer see the blush on my cheeks. It was unnerving sitting in the darkness with him, but I was able to take him in safely in the shadows. It allowed me to observe his long legs and hear the rhythm of his breathing, the little moans and grunts he made in reaction to the film. I could also feel his forearm against mine and I remained frozen, worried that it would offend him if I moved, but uneasy because it was too close.
    This was the closest I had been to a man since Aaron, besides my father. Being that close to Rhys I could smell his cologne, a mix of citrus and woodsy scents that smelled intoxicating. I glanced over with just my eyes, afraid that if I turned my head he’d look back. I could see the veins in his hands, trailing up the forearms that were covered in an attractive amount of reddish-brown hairs. All the muscles were apparent, making his arms look subtly like a farm boy that worked outside all day. They were nice, a perfect balance of lithe and muscular, making it difficult to focus on the film.
    We broke for lunch after finishing the Mel Gibson version, and outside I took a deep breath. My abdominals were sore from trying to hold in my edgy breathing for two hours. I suggested a Thai place for lunch and told him to please let me pay for myself. Rhys’ lips pinched together as he said, “Absolutely not,” much to my dismay. Instead of fighting over it, I started walking and lead him on our way. We ordered quickly, the restaurant being a frequent stop of mine throughout the semester, and I tried explaining