Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Yes! And talk to him. Communication is everything. I’m sure once you guys have a good talk, you’ll realize that everything really is good between the two of you, and you guys can go from there. And he’ll call you his girlfriend in that corny way, and then you’ll have great sex.”
“Yes, Mamie. That is exactly how it will happen,” I giggle. “I’ll ask him, I promise. We have our date tomorrow, and I’m sure there will be time for this kind of conversation then.”
“Ooo! And tell me all about it afterward. I love hearing about your dates. You’re always doing so many cool activities. A lot cooler than the bars I go to anyway.”
“I like to hear about your dates, too! You’re always meeting so many interesting people. We can have a little gab session in a couple of days.”
“Yes, perfect! We can do a whole update. I’ll probably order Chinese food. I’ve been craving Chinese like crazy.” Mamie goes off on a bit of a tangent before saying goodbye and hanging up.
I lie down on my bed, intent on getting a bit of rest. One of the perks of being able to come home early. Soon, I’m in dreamland. As usual, my dream is about Brick. We’re on one of the many dates we’ve had in the past few months. He always takes me to the greatest places, where we have the most fun.
I’m woken up by a knock on my door.
“Tammy, honey. Are you in there? I saw your car out front.” I stretch, rubbing my eyes. Looking over at the clock, I see that I’ve been asleep for almost an hour and a half. Whew! That was a really good nap.
Getting out of bed, I walk over and open the door.
“Hi, Mom. Did you just get home?”
“Oh no, honey. Did I wake you up?”
“No, no. It’s nothing. You didn’t bother me at all. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. I did just get home, and I was surprised to see your car. I thought you had work for another hour or so.”
“Abigail closed the shop early. She had some event, and she thought it would just be better to close up shop entirely. So I got to come home early.”
“Oh, that’s nice, honey. I’m glad you got a little extra rest. You deserve it. If you don’t need anything from me, I’m going to get started on dinner. I’ll call you down when it’s ready. Your father should also be home in a bit. I’ll let him know you’re resting, though, so he won’t disturb you. Go back to sleep, okay?” She pats my cheek before heading back downstairs.
I don’t really have much to do. If my mom had asked me for help, I would have happily obliged, but since she didn’t, I’ll just lie down until it’s time for dinner.
I crawl back onto my bed and take out my phone. Mamie told me to calm down, and I told her that I would, but there’s something to be said for overanalyzing. Which is why I go straight to the texts between Brick and me. It’s a lot of flirty back and forth. He’s good at making me feel wanted, but here I am, still worrying over all of this stuff.
And it’s a very recent anxiety. At the beginning of our relationship, I was treating it as casual. Who would have guessed we’d keep this relationship going for so long? Not me! We’ve been sneaking around for months now. Because of how long we’ve been doing this, I think I’m starting to fall in love with him.
Oh fuck.
Mamie could be right. Brick could just automatically assume we’re an item, but he’s always so meticulous with things. I mean, usually he is anyway. And things have been heating up between us. We haven’t been taking as many precautions either.
I’m still always sneaking off to see him, like a girl in high school seeing her forbidden crush, but lately, not every place we go is outside the city limits.
We used to always go to his house outside the city if we wanted a night in, but since that’s a little farther away, in our rashness, we sometimes go to his apartment instead. It’s just closer, and I always want to rip his clothes off. Sometimes I just can’t do that long drive to the mansion.
Sometimes there’s an itch only Brick can scratch.
But all of this falling-in-love business is muddling my brain. Or that’s what I think is happening. I need a bit more time to process it. Thankfully, I’ve got the time. And I’ll be seeing Brick tomorrow, so there should be time to sit him down and have an emotional heart-to-heart. I just hope he’s open to it. We’ve talked a lot about ourselves – our hopes and dreams and the like – but we’ve never had a real deep conversation about our relationship.