His Forever Girl Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Romance, Virgin, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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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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“Why don’t you park in your driveaway?” I hop out of the truck, coming around to open the door for her. I take the food bag from her hand, then grab her backpack to follow her inside. I drop the food on the small table in the kitchen. “You want water?” she asks, forgetting that I didn't answer why I didn’t want to park in my own driveway.

“Water’s good. I’m going to pop next door and grab some stuff that I’ve been meaning to show you.” She gives me a puzzled look but keeps smiling. “You’ll like it.” I try to drop a quick kiss on her lips, but it quickly turns into me lifting her off her feet again and sitting her on the counter. This time it’s her that pulls back, her breathing heavy.

“I didn't know kisses could be like this.”

“Me either.” I grab her hips, pulling her off the counter. “Get our drinks, babe,” I tell her, giving her a tap on the ass. She rolls her eyes like she always does when I smack her ass. “I’ll be right back.” She nods, pulling out a couple of glasses.

I head out the front door and into my house. I dart upstairs to my bedroom, grabbing my overnight bag and the box of presents I’ve had stashed in my closet for years now. I’ve added something to it each year. When I get back to her place, she’s sitting down to eat. I drop my bag on the ground. Her eyes go from my overnight bag to the box in my hand filled with gifts. Some have Christmas wrapping and others say happy birthday. I set it down.

“Is that an overnight bag?”

“Yep.” I smirk. “I’m staying over. You can let me sleep in your bed, or I’ll sleep on the sofa. I don’t care. Either way, my pants are staying on this whole weekend. We aren’t having sex.” It’s hard to say the words, but I get them out.

“Why aren’t we having sex?” She picks up a fry, taking a bite.

“I don’t want you to think that’s what this is about. I also don’t want that hanging over us this weekend. We’re going to relax and hang out.” I don’t mention that I said my pants were staying on. I didn't say anything about hers.

“Like old times?” She gives me a big smile.

“Like old times except I get to put my mouth on you.”

“Eat before your food gets cold,” she orders, her eyes now fixed on the box of presents. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?” she asks before taking a giant bite of her cheeseburger.

I don’t know what the hell Mindy was talking about when she was trying to poke Zoey about her weight. It damn near killed me watching Zoey’s curves fill out over the years. I know I’ve never had sex before, but thinking about Mindy’s straight as a board body does nothing for me. She looks as if someone could snap her in half. Fuck that shit. My girl is soft with hips to grab on to. And I have been grabbing her hips whenever I can. I come up behind her and grip them and pull her body into mine.

“Earth to Reid.” Zoey snaps her fingers. “What the hell are you thinking about?”

“Your hips.”

“My hips?” Her face scrunches like she doesn’t like her hips.

“How soft they are when I grip them and pull you into me. Perfect fit.” My cock presses into my jeans, but I ignore it like always.

“Whatever.” She gives me her normal eyeroll, but she’s smiling.

“These are your gifts.” She gives me a confused look. I reach into the box and pull one of them out. “I got this one for your fourteenth birthday.”

She looks so surprised by my revelation. “Reid?” She pushes back her chair to stand.

“Open it,” I urge her. “It's nothing crazy. Remember I was on a fourteen-year-old’s budget.” She takes it from my hand and begins to unwrap it. She holds up the shirt and laughs before turning it around for me.

“My blood type is Dr. Pepper.” She smiles wide, holding it up to her chest. “Seems accurate. What else is in that box?”

“Go ahead and look. They’re all yours.” She reaches into the box to grab another. Wrapping paper starts to fly as she opens some notepads, pens, and a bracelet that I’d made for her. The bracelet has those little block letters that spell out the word forever. I should be embarrassed by how corny it is, but I’m not.

“I can’t believe you were still buying me gifts.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I made the bracelet.” I shrug. She walks over to me. I grab her hips as she falls into my lap.

“Can you put it on me?” She holds her wrist out to me. I slip it onto her wrist and tighten it. I watch as she runs her finger over it. “I love it.” I want to tell her that I love her, but I don’t want to push her too fast. I keep reminding myself that I have to take it slow. “This week has been crazy. I never would have thought you were next door wishing I was yours.”


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