Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I’ll never forget what he said to me that night. His words ring over and over in my head often, and neither of us have ever spoken about it since.
“As much as I’d love to kiss you, Briella, and believe me I fuckin’ would, I’m not goin’ to do that. I’m not goin’ to kiss you because you’re too young and it would be wrong. Not to mention you’re drunk and I’m not the kind of man who would ever take advantage of that. One day I’ll kiss you, but I promise you when I do, you’ll never think of anything else. I’ll be your last. Just you remember that.”
I sometimes wonder if he thought I forgot about what he said, because the very next day things went back to normal and he never mentioned it again. He continued on dating other women and acting like he’s always acted around me. It was almost like I dreamt the moment that our lips collided. Like I dreamt those words. I spent weeks with the biggest crush on him after it, thinking he’d say something else, give me some sort of indication that he might feel something for me.
He didn’t.
He came home with a girlfriend three days later, and I was crushed.
But that was nearly a year ago.
And I shouldn’t be thinking about him when I’m here now, with Xander, and he’s going to kiss me and make me forget Flick’s lips ever touched mine.
“I’d like it if you kiss me,” I say softly, turning my head to face his.
“Well, in that case ...”
He leans forward and, for a moment, I think it’s going to be the epic kiss. The one that takes my breath away and makes me forget everything else. The one that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. The one I’ll tell my daughters about. The kiss that forever marks you.
It’s not.
It’s wet, it’s sloppy and it’s way too much.
His mouth moves too quickly, his tongue is too invading, and his hands are roaming way too much. There is so much happening I struggle to keep up.
Is this how a kiss is supposed to feel?
I don’t think it is.
God, if it is then all those movies I’ve been watching for so many years are way overrated. They’re a big fat lie.
I try to calm my mind and go with the flow, I try to work with the kiss, but as time goes on, it just gets sloppier and sloppier. Messier and messier, until I just can’t take it anymore. I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, thankful it’s dark enough he can’t see me do it.
“God damn,” he growls, low and deep. “That was fucking amazing. I don’t want to stop.”
He leans forward again, but I pull back. “Can we take a break for a minute?” I ask.
“Need to catch your breath?”
“Something like that,” I lie.
“Don’t take too long,” he murmurs, his hand sliding up my leg. “I’m not done with you.”
Wait. What?
“I’m not ... that’s not what I came here for, Xander.”
His hand pauses. “What did we come here for then?”
“To hang out, maybe make out, but I’m not ready for that.”
He goes quiet for a minute, and then his hand starts sliding again. “I can make you change your mind.”
I grab his hand and push it off my leg. “I said no.”
I’m not a pushover. I will quite literally deck him if he continues. When I say no, I mean no, and that’s that.
“God,” he growls. “If I knew you were such a fuckin’ frigid I would have brought someone else down here.”
What?
“Excuse me?” I say, shocked.
“There are plenty of girls who will fuck me, Briella. I don’t need to wait around for you. You’re nothing special, don’t think you are.”
“Are you serious?” I say, my voice hurt at his words. “We’re dating.”
“All the more reason we should be fucking. What do you think dating is all about? If I knew you weren’t going to do it, I wouldn’t have agreed to go out with you.”
“You asked me out!” I cry, standing up and wobbling slightly as the alcohol hits my head a little too quick. “I’m not a slut!”
“No, you’re a fuckin’ prude. Don’t bother. I can find someone else.”
I’m shocked.
And hurt.
Mostly confused.
“You’re breaking up with me?”
He starts walking off. “I told you, I’m not here to waste my time.”
“Wait,” I call out after him.
He stops and turns, facing me. “Are you going to change your mind?”
“No,” I say.
“Are you sure about that? If you’re sure, I’ll go find another woman to fuck tonight. Be careful, Briella, I’m not kidding.”
Who the fuck does he think he is?
“Off you go then,” I mumble.
He mutters something angrily, and then walks up to his truck, climbs in, and drives off.
It’s only then I realize I’m here alone, with no way home.