Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
She is unlike any other woman I can remember, and yeah I know I’m probably repeating myself. Some things need to be repeated. She laughs. When I say that, I don’t mean small laughs. The kind that women give out that are cute and sexy and you think you’ve scored points, impressing her. Casey puts her whole body into her laugh. It’s not soft or delicate. It is fucking joyful. She eats too. Not a salad, not some newest healthy fad that makes me afraid of how she will react if I order steak.
You can laugh, but that says a lot. I’ve been on dates where the girl cried for ten minutes after I ordered, because cows are people too. Shit, by the time she was done it felt like the kitchen had grilled my grandfather’s leg up for dinner.
I took Casey to one of the best restaurants on the strip. It usually takes months in advance for reservations. I was a stand-in for the owner on a movie. He and I go way back, so I’m able to get in about anytime I want. I don’t particularly like the food, it’s sushi basically, and I’m not a raw fish kind of guy. Still, it’s a good place and women are usually blown away when I take them there. There can be any number of movie stars dining inside. I wanted to impress her.
I did not.
After she called me on my shit, we’re walking the strip and eating a hamburger from a little hole in the wall drive-in that I didn’t even know existed—Casey did. She promised it would be good—and damn, it was.
It was the best fucking hamburger I’ve ever eaten.
“Is this the part where I say I did too, we promise to call and then I leave?”
“Usually,” she laughs. “But you don’t have to lie and say you’ll call,” she jokes. At least I think she’s joking.
I step in close to her, pinning her between the door and me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks.
“You forgot something,” I murmur, lowering my head down so our lips are close. I watch her eyes. They’re beautiful brown pools of melted chocolate and every now and then I see little specks of green shining like emeralds. Fuck. I know I’m in trouble when I could spend hours gazing into a girl’s eyes.
I watch as her tongue comes out and licks her bottom lip carefully, making it glisten—and irresistible.
“What did I forget?” she asks, her warm breath fans against my skin, drugging me.
“Our kiss goodnight,” I whisper back, deep in this magical spell she seems to be weaving.
“I don’t kiss on first dates,” she answers.
“That’s good, but I’m special,” I tell her with complete honesty. My heart is trying to jump out of my damn chest. I lean deeper into her, our lips almost touching, and her eyes flutter in the slumbered moment of between needing to close, but wanting to stay open.
“Why are you special, Gavin?” she asks, her fingers tangling into my shirt.
Goddamn. Never has it felt like someone was raking across every nerve ending in my body when they said my name before. Not until Casey. My name on her lips is sweet enough to make me beg. It makes me feel alive. I’ve always been a lover of women. I enjoy them. But, from the moment I saw Casey again everything has shifted. I don’t know if love at first sight is possible. I never much believed in love to begin with, but I’m starting to think it is. It feels like it is. Casey seems the skittish type though. If I mention love, I think she might run for the hills. Hell, there’s a part of me wondering why I’m not trying to run from this. I don’t want to though. I want to…keep her.
“Because I’m going to be your last, first date,” I tell her right before I claim her lips.
eight
casey
There are moments in time that you know will live inside you forever. Up until now, that night outside on the football bleachers, at my senior prom was it for me. When I thought about Gavin—and I did more than I should have—it was always that moment. Tonight, with the blink of an eye, I know that’s no longer true.
I spent most of my adolescence imagining what it would be like talking to Gavin, being close to him and then slowly I dreamed of the two of us kissing. Tonight something unexpected and completely surreal happened.
Gavin is kissing me.
His lips slide against mine. Wet. Smooth. Tender. Intoxicating.
I’ve always enjoyed kissing. I think maybe the most sensual thing about making love is kissing. I slowly open my mouth to him. That might not be the wisest choice, but it’s done without thought. It’s Gavin and he’s always had the power to be my downfall.