Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
A bolt of electricity travels down my arms and crashes into my stomach. I feel weak. He’s kissing my hand, but he may as well be kissing somewhere else for all of the feeling it gives me.
My mouth goes dry when his eyes come to mine and he slowly lowers my hand back to my side. “Have a good weekend, Guinevere.” Picking up the car seat, he slings the bag over his other shoulder and gently cups my cheek with the hand that held mine not moments ago. “You should date; you’re young. Don’t let my brother or Dillan stop you from having the fun you need. You’ll end up resenting the both of them.”
As his words mull through my fogged brain, I watch them both leave and wonder vaguely if that’s the reason he’s started having Dillan. If so, why does he even care? Especially after his reaction the last time. He didn’t sound happy when I told him I was out.
Maybe he feels guilty because his brother should be here and isn’t. In my opinion, he feels way too much guilt over things that aren’t his fault. Is it wrong that I want to relieve him of it? Is it wrong that I want to share his pain so he doesn’t have to carry it all?
I wonder what Caleb thinks of me now, but then I shut that thought off because Caleb isn’t here and Nathan is. He’s my friend and he needs me, even if he doesn’t realise it yet. I just hope my body recognises that and doesn’t keep crossing lines that should be walls of titanium. Nathan is Caleb’s brother. I have to stop my body responding the way it does to him. It’s not right or fair, to Caleb or Dillan.
Maybe that’s the whole point. Maybe it’s because he looks like Caleb and is a part of Caleb. Could this be the reason I seem to react the way I do? Either way, it has to stop.
Part of me is hoping that Eric comes in for that something special, although a guy like him clearly doesn’t need my baggage. It’d be a good idea to hang around with another male for a while. I’m probably just horny, though the thought of having sex with anyone else makes me feel slightly ill.
I can’t do it, I just can’t; but I’m going to do it eventually.
Only when I’m ready and right now I’m definitely not ready.
My phone beeps. I pick it up and frown at the unrecognised number on my screen. It’s Nathan.
Nathan: Don’t get drunk. N.
My mouth falls open. He just text ordered me. How dare he?
He always dares. I’m unsure why he thinks he has free reign to do as he pleases, especially when it comes to my life.
Well, at least I finally have his number.
Gwen: Not that it’s any of your business, which it isn’t in case you were wondering, but I don’t plan on it. In fact I have no plans, seeing as my friends are too busy for me and my mum is working. Unless you plan on personally surprising me with a bottle of vodka and a night of dancing, which you probably aren’t, then don’t worry. No alcohol will be consumed during your time with Dillan.
Take that!
Nathan: Good.
“Oh!” I cry and throw my phone on the couch. God, he infuriates me like no other.
Good? What kind of a response is that?
Tiffany immediately assaults me at work, literally as soon as I step through the door. “Mine tonight - I’m making cocktails and we’re stealing from the local bakery.”
My brow quirks. “You mean the place we work?”
She giggles and clicks her fingers. “I knew you’d know it.”
“Weirdo.” I mutter, smirking at her as I pass. Hanging my coat up, I nod in agreement. “Alright, sounds fun. What time?”
“Duh.” Elle chimes in. “When we finish, silly.”
Right. “I’m not drinking though. I have to express this weekend.”
“That reminds me of this thing I saw on TV about ice cream made with breast milk.” Tiffany taps her chin in thought. “I’d try it.”
My mouth falls open and my jaw hits the floor, right before I laugh and push her away. “I’m not making ice cream from my boob juice.”
Elle shudders along with me. “Tiffany… I… need I say more?”
“What?” The innocent look on Tiffany’s face makes me laugh even more. She genuinely doesn’t see what we’re so grossed out about. “We all drank it once.”
“Here then.” Elle grabs the top of my t-shirt and pulls it down, exposing the cups of my lace bra. I shriek and pull away from her. “Have a suck.”
“You are vile.” I choke out, trying to calm my laughter but failing miserably.
Tiffany cackles right along with me, her curly hair bouncing with each breath.
“If that’s my something special, I so wish I’d come in sooner.” Oh my god. I know that voice.