Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I also needed to pee—bad.
I put my legs over the side of the bed, and that’s when I saw it—the bottle of water next to painkillers, and my heart melted and somehow pounded at the same time. I really, really wanted to see Will again and have him be my fling. Why did I screw that up? I wasn’t sure there was anyone who would have been more perfect to do this with than him.
With a sigh, I opened the bottles, took two pills, then went into the bathroom. After the longest leak in the history of the world, I washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and stripped out of the clothes I used to like but were now cursed.
He’d even unbuttoned my shirt some and taken my bow tie off, which was maybe the nicest thing ever—well, that and the fact that he left me dressed, giving me privacy yet taking the time to make me more comfortable.
My body felt all sluggish and heavy. I wanted a shower but needed coffee before I died, so I pulled on a pair of underwear and a T-shirt before grabbing my phone, which Will had also set out for me because he was to die for.
It was early, but Kira answered on the first ring. “How did it go?”
I made my way down the hallway to the kitchen. “Horrible. It was horrible, and it’s all your fault,” I said as I began to make the coffee.
“Wait. Why is it my fault?”
I heard another voice in the background. “Is Ali there with you?”
“Umm…yes? Now can you tell me why it’s my fault?”
“Because you guys had a sleepover without me, and it would have been much safer with you.” I didn’t like to be left out when it came to Kira.
“Yes, but you don’t want to have sex with me, and that was kind of the point of last night. Well, not fucking him then, but you were laying the groundwork, and I’m guessing you messed that up?”
I sighed. “I did…I mean, he was great. God, he was great. He makes me laugh, and makes me calm down, and doesn’t ever make me feel stupid about being me, but then…there was wine…too much wine…and then there was feeling sick and a rambling mouth and…” My eyes caught movement in my living room… “Nooooo,” I said for the second time.
Will gave me an awkward wave as he looked over the back of the couch at me. He must have been lying down, which was why I hadn’t seen him…because he’d stayed the night at my house…and heard everything I was saying to Kira…
“I have to go.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Will. Here. Bye.”
I ended the call just as he said, “Good morning, Mumbles.”
“Huh?” I was still trying to figure out what in the hell was happening.
“You mumble in your sleep. It’s cute. I stayed in that chair in your room for a while. I wanted to make sure you were okay, but then I started to get a kink in my neck, and I was really hungry. I’m always hungry. I figured you were fine at that point, but I’m a creepy stalker, remember? So I stayed the night, and…well, apparently I’m great. That was nice to hear. Not that I’m surprised.” He winked.
I froze, not knowing what to say or do. The night, the morning, what I said and what he heard, this cyclone of embarrassment.
I covered my face with my hands and dropped my head. “Kill me now,” I mumbled, which clearly wasn’t anything new. Who knew I was a sleep-mumbler?
“Hey, no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dick. I was trying to lighten the mood, not make you feel worse.”
Without looking, I knew he was moving, and then he was there, in front of me. Will’s hands went to mine, and he gently pulled them away from my face.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I replied. “Is there any way you can get amnesia? It doesn’t have to be a major head injury or anything. I just want you to lose last night—from when you picked me up until right now would work. I don’t ask for much.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, but I can’t…and I don’t want to…because then I wouldn’t remember that you make me laugh.”
“At me, not with me. Doesn’t have the same ring.”
“I don’t laugh at you. Not in an asshole way. You’re fun, and I don’t think you even know it. You don’t realize you’re cute either. It all sort of blows my mind. I’ve never met anyone like you, and it’s intriguing. Believe me, I stayed up most of the night thinking about it, and I usually spend my time thinking about how awesome I am, not other people.”
I laughed. There wasn’t a part of me that thought Will was truly as cocky as he tried to appear. I thought it was a cover—for what, I didn’t know—but I also thought he did it to make people laugh.