Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Can I see him?” I ask, matching her cold tone and ignoring the tension in my pants. She’s got me almost howling to relieve some of it.
“He’s sleeping,” she mutters. “The doctor said he’ll let me know when I can visit again. He said I should go home, but how can I?”
She bites her lip. Fuck, that almost turns me savage. I need to switch off that track in my mind right away. I can’t let myself go there, but when she bites her lip again, it makes me think of her caught in passion, pleasure surging through her perfect body.
“Do you need anything from your house? I could send someone. Or go myself.”
She shakes her head, gesturing to a bag on the floor. “My friend brought me some stuff.”
“Okay, good. Coffee?”
“Uh, sure,” she nods. “Thank you.”
I’m giving myself a reason to get the hell away from her. The short walk down the hall toward the coffee machine gives me the time I need—I hope—to fix this sudden, unexpected need. I want to grab her and pull her right up against me and let her feel how flooded I am with desire. It’s so damn inappropriate, but the way I’m feeling, I could find an empty room and fuck her right now. Fuck her hard. Fuck her deep. Fuck her until she’s creaming down my—
“Actually, Kaleb…”
I turn from the coffee machine to find her standing in front of me. She’s taken off the hoodie, wearing just a tank top. It shows the outline of her voluptuous breasts. Through her bra, I think I can make out her nipples, ready for sucking, ready for… What the hell is wrong with me?
“Yeah?” I say.
“I don’t need coffee. My heart’s beating fast enough as it is.”
That makes me want to hold her differently and stroke my hand through her hair, whispering that it will all be okay. I could do that. Maybe I even should. She’s gone from the withdrawn younger sister to my obsession. It’s making me question everything.
“Fair enough,” I say. “Do you mind if I wait with you?”
She tilts her head and looks momentarily disgusted. “It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
At least this attraction is one-sided. Hopefully, that’ll make resisting my insane desire far easier. Even so, I watch her walk back down the hallway. My gaze moves over her legs, her wide hips, her big, perfect ass. She deserves so much more than me obsessing over her right now. What’s wrong with me? I feel like I’ve been drugged. Taking my coffee into the waiting room, I sit next to her.
“When do the doctors think he can go home?” I ask, deciding to keep everything about Paul. That way, I’ll constantly remind myself why I can’t act on this feeling.
“They said it depends,” she replies. “If he wants to pay for a nurse and all the necessary stuff, maybe less than a week.”
“I’ll sort that,” I tell her.
“Really?” she asks.
I wave a hand. “Don’t even think about it again. I know how much Paul hates hospitals.”
She nods, not needing me to say anything else. We both remember her parents going in and out of the hospital, both fighting cancer, failing, and repeating the cycle until it came to a catastrophic end we never saw coming.
“Thank you,” she says after a pause.
“He’s my best friend,” I reply.
“Where are you staying?” she asks.
“I’ve got a hotel,” I say, a complete lie, but she’s polite. It would only be natural for her to suggest I stay at her and Paul’s place. I know they’ve got a four-bedroom near the beach.
If I stayed there, though, this would be impossible. It’s difficult enough now not to lay my hand on her leg, both for lust and for support.
“Okay, good,” she replies in that same cold tone.
Pathetically, I find myself getting offended. It’s a reaction I can’t control. There’s just something off about so much coldness between Sophie and me, even if there shouldn’t be, even if I shouldn’t care at all. I almost wrap my arm around her and kiss the top of her head, the sort of romantic thing I’ve seen in movies but have never actually done.
She’d probably jump out of her chair and push me away if I tried anything like that. I can imagine her response. “What’s wrong with you, you old creep?”
We sit in silence. I can tell she doesn’t want to speak, and that’s just fine with me. At least, it should be. I shouldn’t care if she wants to sit in the steely, uncomfortable silence because it’s only steely and uncomfortable on my end.
As we sit here, I remember what I told Tyrone before I left. “I will explain about the video as soon as I arrive. They’ll understand.” Yet now that I’m here, it feels seedy and wrong to bring it up. That must have something to do with this newfound hunger in me, this sudden surge.