Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Following her lead, I asked, “Other than teaching you how to cook kick-ass food, what's your favorite memory of your parents?”
She took a small bite of the breakfast casserole as she thought about her answer. “I think it's the way they were unabashedly in love. It was as though they were magnetically drawn to each other anytime they were near. Anyone who met them could see it.”
Her answer made me think about how my parents had always acted around each other. I couldn't help but wonder if our children would have these same kinds of memories about us in twenty years, and it blew me away. I'd gone from giving Rand shit about being pussy whipped at first sight, and here I was, thinking about growing old with Mia one day after we met. It should have made me want to run in the opposite direction as fast as I could. Instead, all I could think about was talking her into spending the rest of the day with me.
We continued to eat while she shared more memories of her parents with me. By the time breakfast was done, I felt like we had known each other almost forever, as corny as that sounded.
As we packed up the leftovers, her mouth turned down at the corners. Tugging her close, I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip and asked, “What's wrong, sweetheart?”
“As much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day with you, reality is waiting for me back at my apartment. I have a week’s worth of laundry to do as well as some studying for tests this week.”
Little did she know that she’d just presented me with the perfect opportunity to keep her with me longer. “Do you have a washer and dryer in your apartment?”
“No,” she sighed. “Which is going to make today suck even more because I have to bring everything downstairs to the basement and hope nobody is hogging the machines when I get there.”
“I have a better solution.” I grinned at her, a plan taking shape in my head. “How's your leg? Good enough to drive?”
“Yeah, it's definitely feeling better.” A deep blush pinkened her cheeks. “I slept better than I have in ages, and I think it helped a lot.”
It felt damn good knowing the orgasm I had given her helped in more ways than one. “Here's what we're going to do. I'll drive you over to the restaurant to pick up your car and then follow you back to your building. I’ll run upstairs and grab your laundry basket while you wait for me in my truck. Then we can bring everything back here so you can be comfortable while you use my washer and dryer to get your laundry done.”
“I don’t know.” She tilted her head to the side. “That seems like an awful lot of work for you. I wouldn't want to put you out on your day off.”
I brushed my lips over hers and whispered, “Put me out as much as you want. Helping you makes me happy.”
“Well, in that case, you can also remind me to grab my backpack out of my car so I can study while you do my laundry.” She giggled and shook her head when I didn't react. “Oh, man. You knew I was joking, didn't you?”
“No, but I’m cool with doing your laundry if it means I get to go through your panties.”
The blush in her cheeks deepened. It crept down her neck and across the top of her chest. “That seems fair to me since you let me wear your boxers last night.”
Fuck, she was an intriguing mixture of cute and sexy. This was going to be the best day off I’d had in a long damn time.
8
Mia
After spending all my free time over the weekend with Tyler, it felt like I was going through withdrawals when I didn't see him the next two days. I used the time wisely, though.
I didn't want to feel guilty about skipping study group to go out on a date with Tyler Wednesday night, so I stayed up late studying on Monday and Tuesday. I only slept about six hours total, and I was majorly feeling it. The upside was that I felt like I was fairly prepared for the big test. The downside was that I wasn't sure how I was going to keep my eyes open during our date.
“I'm so sorry,” I apologized after yawning. “I promise it's not you. It's me. Between classes, my teacher’s assistant hours, and my clinical shift at the hospital yesterday, I haven't gotten much sleep this week.”
“I'm glad to know I'm not boring you,” he chuckled. “But I don't like seeing how tired you are. It's not good for you to burn the candle at both ends like this. Is there anything I can do to help?”