Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I pull out my phone as my Kindle is in my room and pull up my Kindle app before getting lost in my book. I must be up here for at least an hour when Nate makes an appearance at the top of the stairs in a soaking wet shirt. “What the fuck are you doing?” he questions as he takes me in, sprawled out on the floor.
“Reading,” I tell him.
His eyebrows pull down. “I forgot you did that,” he tells me. “Why the hell are you doing it out here?” Just then, Brooke screams out Maxen’s name again and there’s no longer a need for my response. “Right, ok,” he says as he walks to his door and unlocks it. “You might as well sleep in my bed. Max is going to have her in there all night.”
I gawk at him. “There’s no way I’m sleeping in your bed.”
“It’s not like I’m going to be in there with you,” he tells me with a grunt.
I consider it for a moment. I’m super tired and I’m terrified of falling asleep on the ground up here during a party. I mean, you never know what kind of losers will be wandering around. But then, could I really take another person’s bed? Of course, I can. “Fine,” I say as I get myself up off the floor.
He opens the door and I follow him in. Nate goes straight for his closet while I study his bed. “Are you going to keep looking at it or were you going to get in?”
I cringe as I continue looking at it and realize that there could have been hundreds of girls in here. With that thought, I start pulling all the sheets off his bed. “What are you doing?” he questions as he rips his shirt off and starts pulling on another.
“I’m happy for you to sleep in pools of your own DNA, but I won’t be doing it.”
He rolls his eyes and I keep working until the mattress is completely bare. I smile at my handiwork before climbing on. “Here,” Nate says.
I turn around just in time to see a shirt flying towards me. I reach out and pluck it out of the sky. “What’s this for?” I question.
“Something to sleep in,” he says. “I doubt you’ll be comfortable in a bikini.”
I look down and realize he’s right. “Thanks,” I murmur.
He nods his head and a second later, he’s out the door.
I close the door behind him before going into his bathroom and getting myself ready for bed. I pull his shirt over my head and find that I really like how it feels against my skin. Though it’s not the fabric I like, it’s the fact that it’s his.
Shit. What’s happening to me?
I get myself comfortable in bed and squish my head into his pillows.
I’m just about asleep when the door flies open before Ashley comes barging in. She stops in her tracks and looks me over in her boyfriend’s bed, wearing her boyfriend’s shirt. “You slut,” she yells as her face goes bright red.
She storms out before giving me a chance to explain and I start to get up to go after her when I realize that I don’t actually care. She’s not my problem and I haven’t done anything wrong. This is all on Nate.
Feeling good about that decision, I close my eyes and finally drift off to sleep.
Chapter 11
Loud noises in the hallway startle me out of my sleep. I fly up until I’m sitting when I truly start to listen. The music is still blaring downstairs so the voices are extra loud. It doesn’t take me long to work out that it’s not just a loud conversation but a fight.
I don’t recognize the female’s voice very well but the male is as clear as day. After all, it’s the voice that has yelled and taunted me so many times before. “You’re such a dick,” the girl snaps at him. “How many times are you going to cheat on me before I get smart enough to leave your sorry ass?”
And it all makes sense.
It’s Ashley screaming at Nate, clearly pissed off about me being in his bed. Obviously, she thinks he’s been cheating on her with me, unless she caught him doing something else during the party, though, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“For fuck’s sake, Ashley,” he says back to her with a deep groan. “How many times do I need to tell you? You’re not my girlfriend. I can’t cheat on a girl who’s not my girlfriend.”
Oh… that gets my attention.
“Nate,” she demands. “Don’t do this again.”
“I told you from the start,” he says. “I don’t do the girlfriend/boyfriend shit. You’ve never been my girlfriend nor will you ever be. You agreed that you were cool with that. That’s the only reason we’re even doing this.”