Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
The truth smacks into me like a freight train. “English tutor session?”
She grins and nods. “So, what do you say? Shall we play hooky or do calculus?”
“Do you really have to ask?” When she heads for the door, I stop her. “But we can’t go out that way.”
McKayla pulls her brows together so tightly lines indent her forehead. “Why not?”
I nudge my head to the door like it’s see-through. “The sock?”
“Yeah?” Her confused face is as cute as fuck. Her lips are almost too big for the petiteness of her nose and cheekbones, but somehow, they assist in her pulling off the ‘innocent’ vibe.
Even more so when I double their plumpness. “I put it on the door.”
McKayla looks at me like I have some screws loose while repeating, “Yeah?”
“Which means we can’t leave this room for at least an hour.” I talk extra slow, certain her overworked brain needs a moment of reprieve.
“An hour?” When I nod, she barks out, “Why?”
I should have taken longer to configure a response. “Because unlike you, my brain isn’t the most active muscle in my body, and I don’t want anyone wrongly thinking it is.”
It takes McKayla a few seconds to click on, but once she does, I get an anatomy lesson instead of an assurance she isn’t about to ruin my reputation by making it seem as if I am a Three-Pump-Paul. “A brain isn’t actually a muscle. It is an organ.” After locking eyes, she informs, “The only muscle tissue it has is in the middle layer of the arteries that carry blood.” She inspects my skateboards before plucking one off the rack with a red stripe down the middle. “The same can be said for your penis.” Her grimace is only half its strength since I can’t feign a disinterest in her commentary. “It is a spongy tissue that fills with blood when a person gets an erection.”
Heat creeps across her cheeks when I ask, “Then how does it flex?”
The battle for her not to drop her eyes to the crotch of my sweatpants is seen in her eyes when she replies nonchalantly, “There are muscles nearby that make movement possible.” I can’t hide how impressed I am when she adds, “They’re the muscles that help you pee.” The crackling of energy bouncing between us simmers a tad when she murmurs, “So if you don’t want urine on your slippers when you’re old and senile, do Kegels as often as me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind in another sixty or so years.”
“It will be too late then.” After drinking in my smile long enough for her lips to curve in a similar fashion, she nudges her head to the main window of my room. “What about the rose trellis? Have you ever scaled it before?”
“No.” My tone is a mix of amused and eager. “But I’ve never needed to flee my room before, so I’ve had no reason to test its durability.”
My lips curve in appreciation of the jealousy in McKayla’s tone when she asks, “What about girls sneaking in? Surely, that’s happened on more than one occasion.”
Her eyes roll skyward when I reply, “You’d think so, but no. That’s never occurred either.”
Desperate to hide the heat creeping up her neck, she paces to the window. “What are your thoughts? Will it hold me, or am I going to turn up to class in a back brace tomorrow morning?”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” She looks set to tear me a new butthole, but before she can, I climb out onto the roof’s pitch, then straddle the trellis. I bounce like Tigger, sending sprigs of my usually straight hair bouncing into the air. “Seems pretty sturdy.”
“It won’t be if you keep bouncing on it.”
With a shrug like the worry in her tone isn’t warranted, I descend the trellis.
The climb is so simple, my feet hit the dewy ground long before McKayla’s head bobs over the railing. She looks terrified, but I don’t think I’ll face too many issues coercing her over the ledge. Her adventurous side is dying to break free, and since I’m skilled at unlocking anything nonacademic, I’m the ideal person for the job.
Chapter 10
McKayla
“Toss down my skateboard, then hook your leg over. I’ll catch you if you fall.”
If Cash weren’t grinning ear to ear during his last sentence, I might have immediately jumped to his command. Since he is, I shout, “Are you sure it’s safe?”
When he nods, I send a quick prayer to my mother for the all-in-one outfit she purchased while shuffling close to the trellis. My outfit’s romper design saves Cash from being flashed my panties when I toss his skateboard into a bush below, dangle my feet over the edge as suggested, then commence my slow descent.
My legs shake with every nook of the trellis I scale.