Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
When we enter her apartment, I’m struck by how cozy it feels. It’s a warm space, brimming with her unique, sassy personality. The color palette features bold pinks, rich purples, and soft pastels. She’s lined the walls with a mix of art, including everything from funky prints to vintage posters.
She’s got a dark purple velvet sofa paired with quirky orange and pink accent chairs. Throw pillows in various textures and patterns add layers of comfort and flair.
Before we get too far, Boo saunters into the room, her tail flicking disdainfully.
“Hey, Boo,” I greet the cat, but she merely glares at me before marching off without a second glance.
“I think the love affair is over,” I mutter as the hefty black cat hops up on the velvet sofa.
Leni giggles, shaking her head. “Don’t take it personally. Boo holds grudges like a pro. Just give her time and a few pets and she’ll get over it soon enough.”
“Or she’ll plot my demise,” I quip back, shooting her an exaggerated look of horror.
“She’s always plotting something.” Leni laughs and walks over to give the cat a scratch. “Just don’t forget her can of tuna the next time you come over,” she adds, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I’ll buy a case of it,” I say with a grin as Leni walks over to the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink?” My girl fidgets a little while clicking her nails on the countertop.
All I want is her. “No, thank you. I’m good,” I reply.
“Alright, just take a seat,” she says, and I catch the playful twinkle in her eye before she rushes off to her bedroom. “I’ll be right back. These shoes are killing me. I’m going to change into my Netflix and chill outfit.”
I settle on the couch and Boo saunters over, eyeing me with suspicion before finally deciding I’m not a total threat and jumping into my lap. I scratch behind her ears absently, but my mind is buzzing with thoughts of Leni.
A moment later, she reappears, and my breath catches. She’s switched to snug black yoga pants that hug her luscious curves just right and a faded concert sweatshirt. Damn, this woman is something else. She radiates a casual allure that ignites a primal hunger inside me.
“Ready for a scary movie?” she asks, plopping down next to me, the cushion shifting under her weight. She’s relaxed, confident, and the way she fits next to me makes the heat flicker between us even stronger.
I smirk at her choice of movie genre. “I can’t believe you like horror movies.”
She laughs, sweet and unfiltered, and a wave of possessive hunger courses through my veins, igniting something primal deep within me. “I’ve been addicted since I was ten years old,” she says, snuggling closer, the warmth of her body a delicious distraction. The way she leans into me sends my mind spiraling, homing in on the scent of her shampoo mixed with the underlying sweet scent of Leni. “My mom went out of town and left me and my dad at home,” she continues, her voice almost dreamy as she reminisces. “Needless to say, he’s the weakest link of the two. I begged and begged, and he finally caved and let me watch Friday the 13th.”
A smile spreads across my face as I picture the mischievous little girl she must have been. There’s a rebellious spark in her, the fire that lights up her gaze even now as she shares this story. “That’s the start of your horror addiction, huh?” I tease, nudging her gently with my shoulder, feeling that spark between us surge again.
She grins, a fierce light in her eyes. “Absolutely! It was glorious. I had nightmares for weeks, but I loved every second of it.”
The thought of her as a fearless little girl, curled up on the couch with her dad, heart racing with excitement and fear, only makes her more alluring to me. “You were a tiny badass, huh?” I smirk, unable to suppress the warmth swelling in my chest. “So, what do you think your dad thought, letting his daughter loose on a classic slasher flick at ten?”
“Oh, he definitely regretted it.” She laughs again, leaning against me with a comfort that sends a rush of warmth through my chest. There’s a playful intensity in her gaze now that makes my blood hum with undeniable attraction. “I ended up sleeping on the floor at the foot of their bed for several weeks after that.”
“But that didn’t stop you from loving horror movies.” The strong desire to know more about this fierce woman beside me overwhelms me.
For a moment, she locks her eyes on mine, and the playful banter fades out into charged silence, thick with possibilities. Just like that, I realize that as much as she’s shared with me, peeling back layers of her past, I want to peel back even more. I want to explore every facet of her. This confident, passionate woman has me completely captivated. Each laugh, each word she shares draws me in deeper, igniting a possessive urge to claim her forever.