Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
The thing is that I did dream about Jason that first night, and every night since. And with each passing night the dreams become more intense, until last night the Jason in my dream made me orgasm and I woke up with my panties soaked and my heart hammering in my chest. I didn’t even know something like that was possible. Thankfully, Janine didn’t notice a thing and carried on sleeping like a baby. Honestly, my sister thinks this is all normal, and it’s only a matter of time before Jason comes back for more. Meanwhile, he’s just “playing the game.” What does that even mean? God, I’m so lost.
But I don’t know why I haven’t seen him, and it’s starting to make me feel really insecure. Is it the age gap? Do I need to go knock on his door and beg him for more? After all, he was following my cues the first time we had sex. Maybe it’s him waiting for me to make the next move.
Yet that doesn’t really seem like Jason, either. As much as he was trying to do the right thing and hold back last time, he’s far from a timid person. I just know he’s not the type to wait for something he wants.
So what’s going on? I swear, I feel so confused.
But you know what they say: if you’re not hearing from the man in your life, then he’s just not that into you. That thought is so depressing it makes me want to curl up under my blankets with my favorite book, which is exactly what I do. I pull the covers over my head, and plug in my earbuds, squinting at the words. I barely even notice Janine getting ready to go out on yet another secret date with Tucker, and before I know it, my sister’s gone, leaving the room quiet in the gathering dusk.
But instead of coming out from under the covers, I put my book aside and close my eyes. I suddenly feel so tired and drained. It’s still a little early to go to sleep, but I just want to rest my eyes and think about something that makes me happy. Something that’s not Jason. Or Jason’s lips. Or Jason’s electric blue eyes with their thick black lashes. Or Jason’s jet black hair. Or Jason’s huge, delicious cock. I groan at how insanely, painfully handsome he is, and roll over onto my stomach.
I force myself to think about the scholarship I’m about to land. About going to college in the fall, and making lots of new friends, ones who share my interests. About eating ice cream while getting lost in a new book. About the smell of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and how much I love baking. Will they have an oven in the common room at college?
It’s only when I startle awake that I realize I fell asleep. I sit up, blinking as I push my hair out of my face, totally disoriented. By now it’s completely dark. What time is it? How long was I out for? Janine isn’t back yet, but that’s not necessarily an indicator. Sometimes my sister stays out until the early hours of the morning, climbing back in through our window so our parents are none the wiser. I’m about to start rummaging around for my cell so I can check the time, when I hear a tapping on the window and I freeze, listening. I realize now that this is the sound that woke me in the first place. The tapping continues, freaking me out a little, because it can’t be Tucker. He’s out with my sister at the moment, watching that new Jeremy Renner flick.
If it’s not Tucker, could it be …? Taking a deep breath, I creep over to the window. I part the curtains gently and gasp – there’s the silhouette of a man crouched on the windowsill, his muscular arm holding onto the drainpipe for stability. It’s Jason!
He taps again and I hastily open the window.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he growls as he climbs athletically through the window, making it look absurdly small with his hulking frame. It should be awkward for him, and yet he makes it look like he does this every night. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” I lie breathlessly. My heart is hammering in my chest. I can’t believe Jason’s here, standing in my room. “I’m just… well, I wasn’t expecting you.”
He turns to me, fixing me with penetrating blue eyes.
“I had to see you, Emily,” he rasps. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Really? I’m speechless even as the blood thunders in my veins. Jason’s standing only two feet away from me, his broad, muscular shoulders framed against the light from the street. His cologne is musky and masculine, and I can feel my body respond to the familiar, arousing scent. I long for him to crush my body to his. I can’t see his face but I can see his chest rise and fall as his breathing quickens. “Tell me you feel differently, and I’ll leave, Emily,” he breathes. “Tell me this is wrong, and I’ll never bother you again.”