Seven – The Eternals Read Online Jordan Marie

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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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I’m bone tired and I’ve barely seen Grace lately. How am I supposed to make her fall in love with me when I don’t even get time to see her? It’s after midnight now and I’m sure she’s in bed. An ache deeper than I could ever clearly describe rolls through me making me want to go to my room and join her tonight. I just need to see her, see if she still smells like strawberry shortcake and if her lips are even sweeter than I remember. But if I go check on her, I could wake her up. Stopping by her door, touching it as I say goodnight has been my routine, but I’m too damn tired tonight.

I hit the main room, plop onto a sofa, thankful there’s no one here for a change. I might not need to sleep like a human but going three nights without any at all has me at my limit. I need to stay sharp to be effective. There’s too much at stake. That means I must sleep tonight.

I checked on Endy and Jacob before coming here to the main level. Extracting the blood is going too damn slow for my liking. They’re both doing okay, but Oracle is constantly monitoring their vitals, reminding all of us of just how wrong this could go. I’m not going to lie, Endy is looking much worse than Jacob and it has me worried.

I fluff up a couple of soft throw pillows and shove them under my head. Then, I settle down closing my eyes. I’m finally comfortable but then I realize I left the overhead light on. Shit. I look over at the wall and the light switch. I pull one of my pillows out and aim for the offending switch. It hits point blank. What it doesn’t do is turn the damn switch off. I settle back down, throwing the back of my arm over my eyes in disgust. I’ll sleep with it on.

Grace’s face comes to mind as I internally groan. “Grace,” I whisper. “I miss you.”

“If you miss me, then why haven’t I seen you lately.”

I jerk up to see her standing barefoot by the door, looking as beautiful as ever. She has her hair thrown up in a messy bun, wearing pink pajama shorts with little hearts all over them. She’s got a cami on that is the same shade of pink as the polish on her toes. The cami is molded to her full breasts and my hands itch to touch her. I want to pull her to me and kiss her until we are drunk on one another. Hell, Grace is my air. She’s the breath that slides into my lungs and gives me life.

She’s everything.

I clear my throat, feeling so much emotion that it nearly chokes me. “Gracie, what are you doing up so late?”

“I’ve been waiting for my fiancé to come home so I could see him,” she complains. “Where have you been? It can’t be normal to be out past midnight every night. Is something going on? Are you seeing someone else, Seven?”

“Grace—”

“Do you not want me because I can’t remember us being together? I have to know what changed. It’s driving me crazy. I just can’t keep questioning myself like this. I already feel so lost and being in this facility—or whatever it is—makes it worse. It doesn’t help that the man who brought me here in the first place doesn’t want to be around me.”

I hop up, walking over to her. “Are you insane? You’re all I think of. I don’t have another woman. Christ, baby, I’ve never had another woman at all. The only woman I’ve ever wanted is you, Gracie. Just you.”

“Don’t do that, Seven. Stop it right now.”

“Do what?” I ask, thoroughly confused.

“I don’t need you to lie to me,” she says shaking her head. “All I need is the truth. That’s it.”

“I’m not lying about this, Grace.” I stare into her eyes and speak clear and concise. I want her to see that I’m telling her the truth. I want her to feel it.

“You’ve never had another woman, Seven?” she scoffs.

“That’s what I said.”

“You want me to believe that you’re a virgin? That you’ve never been with anyone else?”

“Yes, because it’s true.”

“There’s no way. I might’ve lost my memory, but I haven’t lost my mind. Men who kiss like you do aren’t virgins.”

“How do you know?” I counter. “You don’t remember having sex, right?”

“So, you’re saying I was the first woman you made love to?” she asks, quirking her eyebrow. It looks cute with her messy hair and glasses.

“No. we haven’t made love yet.”

She snaps her mouth shut, pursing her lips for a second. “We’re living in the same home. We’re engaged, and we’ve not had sex?”

“We haven’t had sex.” She stares at me blinking as I watch her try process the information.


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