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)
“Acute malutitus is—” Cash attempts to shut him up by throwing a pillow in his face. It doesn’t work. “When you don’t come for several months.”
“Months?” That couldn’t be helped. My shock spoke before I could shut it down.
“Yep.” Kamil gets battered with the pillow another three times before he completes his statement. “He hasn’t…” spit flies in all directions when he mimics an explosion, “… since he broke up with Vivienne.”
I get hit with another severe case of verbal diarrhea. “Why haven’t you taken care of business yourself?”
Cash’s eyes shoot to me, but Kamil’s focus remains locked on him. “Yeah, Milo. Why haven’t you masturbated? Choked the sausage? Stroked the slong?”
Cash glares at him to step the fuck back before enlightening through a groan, “It does nothing for me. It’s boring by yourself.”
“Tell me about it.”
I want to die a thousand deaths.
I was meant to say that in my head.
“I assume.”
Shut up, McKayla.
After hooking my thumb to the door, I push out, “I’m going to go.”
With Cash down for the count, Kamil takes up the campaign to derail me. “You can’t drop a bomb like that then leave, Einstein.” He protects his package like Cash wasn’t being honest when he said I wasn’t responsible for his swollen appendage before adding. “You haven’t been kissed, had sex, or played with yourself.” He mentally ticks off each item, his voice shuddering during ‘played.’ “Am I missing anything else?”
“Yeah…” Cash adds, his voice now primed more with anger than pain. “Tact.”
He grimaces while standing from the couch, but his speed while guiding me around Kamil and to my car would have you none the wiser to the injury he recently sustained.
“I wasn’t meaning it in a bad way,” Kamil shouts once we’re halfway down the footpath. “But maybe achy nuts wouldn’t be an issue if you agreed to tick off a handful of items from both your lists.”
Cash continues walking as if he didn’t speak.
I wish it was as easy for me to shut down my annoyance. “Why did you tell him I’ve never been kissed? And I thought we agreed to keep our arrangement between us?”
“We did,” Cash agrees, his voice uneased. “And I don’t know how he found out about your first point.” When anger highlights my cheeks, he pushes out, “Why would I lie, Einstein? I’d sink without your help, but if I didn’t agree to help you get Gabriel Sutton’s attention, you wouldn’t have agreed to tutor me.”
“Yes, I would have,” I deny, my lie almost honest. “Now.”
“Now…” His hand shifts from his crotch to his heart. “But I didn’t stand a chance back then.”
“That’s because I didn’t know you back then.” I head to the driver’s side of my car, my footing suddenly light. “I also didn’t have the time to tutor. I still don’t.”
A blob of red paint down one side of his hair shimmers in the sun when he slants his head and says, “But you find the time now because you like me.”
My gag sounds authentic. “I wouldn’t go that far.” After hitting him with the eye roll to rival all eye rolls, I open my door and slip behind the steering wheel, grinning when I notice the cab smells nowhere near as bad now that his cologne is imbedded in the passenger seat.
After ensuring my smile has vanished, I lift my head to Cash. He’s watching me like he knows the reason for my smile, so I wipe his grin right off his face. “Midday tomorrow. Don’t be late.”
He twists his lips to ponder before he slowly bobs his head. “I’ll be there.”
I can’t hold back my smile this time around, so I set it free.
Groaning, I push back at the hand digging into my back. It is so early, the roosters aren’t even crowing, so why the hell am I being shaken awake?
“Just another hour, please, Dad.”
I’m shunted so hard, I almost headbutt the wall of my room. Its bland and uninviting palette reminds me that I’m not in my childhood bedroom or at one of the many ‘campers’ scattered around my parents’ rural property. I am at school and being awoken by my super cranky roommate.
When I roll over to face Eden, she thrusts her cell phone into my face. “Tell him I want to know who gave out my number by nine a.m.”
Stealing my chance to ask who she is referencing, she scuttles back to bed.
Just as sluggishly, I press her phone to my ear. “Hello.”
My pulse flutters when a familiar voice grumbles down the line, “If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll flunk my next test and tell everyone you’re the worst tutor I’ve ever had.”
Cash’s threat makes me smile more than sweat. “Well, actually, that would work in my favor, so please inform me what am I telling and to how many people?”