Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“That is a nice idea,” he finally said. “I will text the team.”
I took a deep breath in and slowly let it out, my heart slowing to its usual speed again. There was something about being alone with Kon that I liked. A lot.
He’d brushed past me in the kitchen earlier when we were cleaning up after dinner and my pulse had pounded then, too. An attraction to him was the last thing I needed right now, but I couldn’t deny I felt it.
“I’ll go get the frames,” I said. “When you get the pictures, we can print them at the drugstore that’s not far from here.”
By the time I got back downstairs with the bags of frames, he’d already gotten several selfies. Wes had sent one of him and his kids and Rory had sent one of him and Boone cheering at a bar.
I was peeking over his shoulder when Kon pulled up the one Nash had sent. I gasped when I saw an up-close dick pic.
“Fucking bastard,” Kon muttered. “I’m sorry.”
He quickly texted Nash a response, his brow furrowed. When he read the response, he shook his head.
“He said it was an accident. I don’t believe him.”
I laughed as I unpacked a frame. “How do you accidentally take a photo of your dick and balls and send it to someone?”
Kon was furiously sending another message. “He said that one was meant for his girlfriend.”
“Tell him we’re putting it up on Sawyer’s wall.”
“He would like that. Nash…has very high self-esteem.” He shook his head again. “Sorry about that.”
I waved it off. “Trust me, it’s not the first time I’ve gotten a dick pic. And I’ve never wanted to see one. Why do men do that? You’re having a perfectly nice text conversation and then suddenly they send a photo of their penis. I don’t get it.”
“They think it will impress women.”
“I suppose, but a picture of them folding laundry would be better. Any guy can play with himself, but a man who takes care of business is sexy.”
Kon gave me an amused look. “I am great at laundry.”
“Really? Tell me more.”
Putting his phone in his jeans pocket, he walked over to me. “First, I sort into whites, colors, and towels.”
I fanned myself. “Okay, that’s hot.”
He nodded. “I use Tide laundry detergent and an unscented fabric softener.”
I furrowed my brow. “Wait a minute. You actually do your own laundry?”
That surprised me, because Sawyer had his laundry picked up by a laundry service and it was returned washed and folded.
“Of course,” Kon said. “And I fold it as soon as the dryer buzzes.”
I feigned a moan. “You’re getting me all worked up here.”
He was so close now I could touch him, but I had a partially wrapped picture frame in my hands. That was probably for the best, because even though I could touch him, I knew I shouldn’t.
“I hang up everything I can,” he said, his tone lower and softer now. “And I even fold my T-shirts and stack them on a shelf in my closet.”
I swallowed hard, my mind no longer on laundry. “You’re officially sexy.”
“So are you. But I knew that the minute I saw you.”
He sank his teeth into his lower lip, our gazes locked, my heart pounding. I had no place to put the picture frame, so I lowered my hand and held it next to my leg.
Kon leaned in and I tipped my face up slightly. He was right on the edge of kissing me when his phone started blaring…The A-Team theme song?
It was so loud I jumped, ruining the moment. Kon cringed.
“I am sorry. That is…” He took out his phone and looked at the screen. “It’s Lars. That is a joke between the team because he recently discovered The A-Team and he thinks it is the best show ever made.”
I busted out laughing. “The A-Team!”
Kon shook his head. “You do not want to see his Mr. T impersonation.”
“Go ahead and answer it,” I said. “It could be important.”
He gave me a wary look. “Not as important as this.”
My crush on him doubled in size as I smiled. “I’m not going anywhere. Just see what he wants.”
He answered the call, which gave me a chance to put down the damn picture frame. Now I’d have both hands free to roam over Kon’s body when he kissed me.
“No, you can’t,” he said to Lars. “He is already passed out…no, Lucy and I are using those to hang up on his wall and it will ruin the surprise…just send the fucking selfie.”
He rolled his eyes and looked at me, shaking his head. “Just the picture…no. No…I don’t know. I sent it out on the text thread the whole team is on…no…Lars…fuck.”
He ended the call and met my gaze. “They are coming over to help.”
“Who?”
“Lars is going to invite the entire team over here.”