His Forever Girl Read Online Lucy Darling

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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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“Didn’t know if you wanted a Dr. Pepper or strawberry shake so I ordered both.”

“Thanks,” I say. He stares at me, his eyes narrowing. “What was so funny?”

“I don’t know. Something about me always ordering the same thing.” He shrugs. “I pushed Mindy’s hand off my shoulder.” He had.

“Her name is Wendy.”

“Mindy, Wendy, Cindy, I don’t know or care what her name is or anything else about her. There’s no need for you to be jealous.” He leans toward me. “I’m all yours, babe.”

Wendy drops my drink down onto the table so hard that some of the soda spills out. Next she places Reid’s water down nicely in front of him.

“Is there a problem?” Reid glances up at Wendy as he snags my hand that’s on the table and begins caressing my fingers.

“No,” Wendy answers quickly. Her eyes drop to our hands. I have no doubt she heard Reid’s comment about him being all mine.

“Where’s my girl’s shake?”

“Are you sure you want one?” Wendy lifts her brows as she looks down at me. “I mean, I think one has four hundred calories.” Reid’s hand slams down on the table. More of my soda splashes out. The whole diner goes quiet, but I can feel everyone’s eyes on us.

“Mindy, get—”

“Wendy,” I correct him, unable to stop myself.

“Get the fuck away from my table and don’t come back.” Wendy’s face turns red in embarrassment, knowing everyone is looking at us.

“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re in my section,” she huffs.

“Go bus table twelve,” Gary orders her. She gives me a glare before turning and doing as Gary told her. It’s his diner, after all. “Sorry about that, Reid.” Even outside of school, people love Reid. People respect him for taking the football team to state and winning. A lot of people live and breathe football here.

“No worries, but can we get our food to go?” Reid stares at me as he asks the question.

“Sure thing.” Gary heads off toward the kitchen, leaving us alone.

“That's the kind of shit you’ve had to put up with?”

“A little in middle school.” To be honest, who knows if it was because Reid stopped talking to me or it was just typical middle school bullying. “Not so much in high school until recently. They think I took Reid Knight off the market.”

“I was never on the market.” He runs a hand through his hair. I can tell he's frustrated.

“They haven't said anything to me really. I get a lot of glares. It doesn't matter. High school is almost over.”

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He still has a hold of my fingers. He laces his own fingers through them so we’re holding hands. It wasn't her fat comment that hurt. It stung a little, but it was the other crap about the bet. She also wasn't wrong that I don’t have a clue on how to give a blow job. I’ve never done any of that stuff before.

Before this, I would have thought it wouldn’t matter because according to Reid he never had one before. So I figured he wouldn't know if it was good or bad anyways. Now doubt has trickled in, and I’m wondering if everything he’s been saying is a lie. Willow didn't seem shocked when I told her what Reid said about not being with anyone in any way.

Gary comes back a moment later, placing our bags on the table. Reid pulls out his wallet. Gary waves him off. “It’s on the house today.”

“You don’t have to do that. Thank you for boxing it up for us.”

“Anytime,” Gary says, heading off to check on another table.

Reid opens his wallet, dropping the money down on the table before standing and grabbing my coat. He holds it open for me to slip my arms into.

“Thanks,” I mumble. He grabs the bags in one hand, and his other hand grabs mine, lacing our fingers again. I try and tug my hand free, but he doesn't let me. He leads us back over to his truck that’s parked on the side of the diner.

“Let my hand go,” I say when we’re away from watchful eyes. I don’t want to give anyone more gossip. There is enough already. Reid opens the back passenger door to drop the bag in before he shuts it. “What are you doing?” His hands come down next to my head resting against the side of the truck. He’s got me caged in. Once again I’m getting turned on when I shouldn't be.

“You’re not only mad about Mindy’s bullshit. There is something else.”

“Wendy,” I correct him again.

“Babe.” His tone is filled with warning. What is he going to do? Besides turn me on more because that’s all that’s happening.

“I heard the girls talking in the bathroom.”

“Okay.” He waits for me to give him more, and I have no doubt he’ll stand here all night until I tell him.


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