Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I think, deep down, we’re all afraid things will go wrong. That we’re just going to be something or someone that doesn’t mean enough to someone. It’s natural to have those fears. No one wants to get hurt, and thinking ahead is a way to protect ourselves. I think, throughout most of my life, I’ve overthought everything. I haven’t acted, though, because overthinking makes me paralyzed. I didn’t say what I wanted, even when I did know. It’s going to take some time to get used to putting it out there without feeling extremely selfish.”
“No. Don’t feel selfish. You’re the least selfish person I know.”
“That’s odd because you know yourself.”
I should fill the kettle, get the eggs out, pour coffee, and do something with my hands instead of letting them hang awkwardly against my sides, but the way Patience is looking at me says she likes my awkward hands. She’s still focused on my lips, and her gaze is smoldering, to say the least. Just by looking at her, I get hot and flushed and tingly all over.
“You’re also the most beautiful person I know,” I blurt.
Her nose wrinkles, and then her lips twitch like she’s going to sneeze, but oh wait, it’s a small grin. It turns into a smile, and making her smile is pretty much my new life goal because it’s so beautiful. “That’s odd because you know yourself.”
I’m still not entirely sure this is even happening. I think I might wake up and find that our dads are still here, there’s still all this rhubarb and fridge rage, and things are still a mess between them. Things still aren’t perfect between them, but with the way Patience is looking at me right now, I’m sure I’m not dreaming it. I’m sure she’s got that look on her face telling me we’re alone now, and she’d like to kiss me again and maybe break a few pieces of furniture in here by accident. We’d have to really try at that because they’re all very sturdily constructed.
Fuck, that thought goes straight to my balls.
Her eyes get darker. She blinks, and every time her lashes flutter, there are new shadows in them. Darker desire and more want. When they shift a fraction lower, sweeping over the rest of me, my knees get weak, my dick punches against my zipper, and language deserts me yet again.
“Last night was pretty amazing,” she whispers. “Well, minus me not being able to ever look your dad in the eye again.” She takes a step, and that turns into a few more, and suddenly, she’s in front of me, taking my hand in both of hers. “I never thought I’d have mind-blowing sex in a tree fort.”
“We…didn’t…” Cough, cough, sputter. I sound like an ancient beater car backfiring.
“I distinctly remember your mouth on my pussy, so I think it counts.” Her tongue sweeps out and wets her bottom lip. My entire body becomes one big goosebump, which seems at odds with the volcano currently brewing under my skin. “I guess it wasn’t that mind-blowing for you because we never got to the parts where you could actually enjoy—”
“I enjoyed it.” I never thought this would be real. Not with her. I’ve waited half a lifetime to be here right now, which makes this feel even more dreamlike. “I enjoyed it so much.”
“I think, to be fair, you should kiss me again. I should kiss you again. And we should get to the part where you can truly enjoy yourself.”
“I truly enjoyed myself,” I say hoarsely to her.
“Like more enjoyment.”
“More?” Quork. I sound like those crows or ravens calling each other when they’ve made an exciting discovery like bread crusts or compost or bird seed in a new place.
“I’d like to kiss you, Apollo. Would that be okay?”
Her hands run up and down my arms like she has to chase away a chill in the air. I think I might be a little in shock. I think my dick might be so hard, and my balls so blue, that the medical emergency is real after all.
“Yes.” Wait, it’s working. “Yes, that would be fine.”
“So polite.” Her hands are at my neck now, her fingers twisting through my hair. Her eyes are so freaking dark. “Do we have to go back to the treehouse for the dirty talk?”
“We can have the dirty talk in the mushroom.”
“Good. Because I never thought I’d have mind-blowing sex in a mushroom either.”
“Aren’t you placing too much emphasis on my skills?” I tease with a smirk.
She’s not afraid to give me a wicked, sassy grin in reply. I’m going to blow my load in my jeans just seeing her look at me like that. “Not after last night, I’m not.”
I can’t not kiss her anymore because it’s the only thing that makes sense right now. It’s the only thing that’s ever made sense to me, especially when she has that grin on with the twin dimples and the light in her smoky eyes.