Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Why, you ask, when it was working so well?
Because when I ran, all I thought about was the stupid man who was touching my back with such care that I wanted to slap him.
Not to mention the fact that I had no one to impress anymore.
“This might hurt,” he said, wiggling the piece of glass as he worked it out of my skin.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, and then the burning pain stopped as soon as the glass was removed from my back.
“Got it out,” he added for my benefit, and not the woman who was being silent, watching us interact. “Glad you didn’t cry.”
My eyes moved to her. She was looking down, but her eyes kept flicking up to take us both in before her eyes would return to her hands.
She had a small smile on her face that clearly showed she was amused by us, causing me to narrow my eyes at her.
“I wasn’t going to cry,” I snapped at Dean.
He patted me on the shoulder like a fucking child, and I had to grit my teeth to keep the scathing words from leaving my lips.
That was also something he used to do to get a rise out of me, and I realized what he’d done not ten seconds later as a wave of nostalgia washed over me.
Crying was his weakness. I knew it, and I tried as hard as I could not to cry in front of him.
I didn’t want his pity. I wanted his love, and when he told me it wasn’t going to work with us a year ago, I hadn’t cried. I’d done well not to cry in front of him since we’d broken up…until that bad day at the diner just a few short days ago when he’d said I was an ‘old friend.’
I knew he hated it when I did. Mostly because he told me so.
“We’re pulling in!” the woman from the front seat said, breaking into my thoughts.
I looked up and glanced through the small windows at the back of the ambulance and winced.
Looking down, I said to her, “Do you have something I can put around me or change into?”
The blonde pulled out a sheet that was akin to a see-through shower curtain, and I grimaced.
Looking down at my red demi-bra and my breasts that practically spilled over the cups, I sighed and reached for it.
“This is going to do nothing,” I said in resolve. “Fuckin’ A.”
Dean chuckled at my back, and I tossed him a nasty glare over my shoulder as I wrapped the sheet around me with one hand, as I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?” he asked. “Did you say something?”
I muttered something else under my breath that had to do with his face and turned my back to him once again.
Then I felt his hat pull down over my head, and I smelled Dean again.
I used to wear his hats all the time.
In fact, I had my favorites, one of which I still had secretly stashed away in my closet.
And him putting it on my head like he used to do had my heart breaking all over again.
I looked down as tears pricked my eyes, then reached up and pulled the hat off my head when he went to the back doors and opened them.
Pushing outwards, he hopped down and turned around to offer me his hands.
I walked forward, hunched over so I didn’t hit my head on the roof, and went straight into his arms.
I kept my eyes downcast so he wouldn’t see my tears, thankful that my hair was down to cover my face.
He set me down on my feet, and I walked next to him, barely managing not to look up at him and give him my eyes.
Give me your eyes. Don’t deny me the pleasure of seeing them on me.
He’d loved it when I kept my eyes on him.
He really liked me to look at him, and it wasn’t often that I took my eyes off of him.
As I walked alongside him, I really struggled with myself to not look up at his face.
Once we reached the glass doors of the ambulance entrance, he typed in some numbers at the keypad and the doors slid open.
“Take a left,” he ordered me.
I did, tripping slightly on the sheet that was dragging behind me.
It hurt to hold it up higher, and Dean obviously realized that as he gathered the back up in his large hand, accidentally grazing my ass as he did.
“Sorry,” he muttered when I jumped in reaction.
I turned back around and tried to blink my tears away before we got to where we were going.
“Hey, PD. How’s it shakin’?” a security guard called from in front of us, drawing my attention.
“Got a neighbor who fell on a piece of glass, Murphy,” he said. “Alexa around?”