Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“I didn't know you were with Reid,” Andrew says.
“I’m not with him.” She bats my hand away. But I keep it out. She rolls her eyes. “I’m sorry, Andrew,” she tells him. Then to my fucking surprise, she takes my hand. The small touch of her soft skin to mine is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of her hand again. I didn't know something could be this freaking soft.
“She’s mine.”
She starts to say something again, but I press my mouth against hers to get her to stop. Her eyes widen again. Fuck me, her lips are even softer than her hand. I release her mouth quickly, but it worked. She doesn't say anything else. With her hand still in mine, she follows me when I start to walk toward my car.
I see a few people that I know from school. It’s not shocking. It’s a Saturday night. Everyone comes to the square to hang out all the time. I’m sure this will be all over the school by Monday morning. I have no doubt about that.
There will probably be videos and pics posted on social media too. That makes me smile. Hopefully everyone will get the point. I had all the guys at my school on lockdown when it came to Zoey. They all knew better than to try to hit on her or ask her out. I’d made sure to make it clear to them that she was off limits. I hadn’t thought about guys from other schools, though. This little show should do the trick. When I look down at my Zoey, I notice she’s not smiling at all.
It might take my whole fucking life to make her smile again when she sees me coming, but I sure as fuck will do everything I can to make that happen.
7
Zoey
How the hell am I back in Reid’s truck? He ushered me in, and I went without a fight. A fight is the last thing I wanted. It’s why I left so easily with Reid. We might not have been close for the past five years, but I can still read some of his looks and moods. I knew he was itching for a fight with Andrew. The only thing I can’t understand is why.
I probably should have let him. Andrew turned out to be a dick. He quickly lost the point he gained earlier for not waiting around to call or text me. He wanted into my pants, and he wanted into them tonight. No matter what I said, he would loop it back to something sexual. He also wouldn’t stop staring at my chest.
He was really trying to see through the knitted sweater. I was about to pretend to use the bathroom and tell Willow to call me with a fake emergency when Reid showed up. There was no way I was making it through the whole meal and a movie. He was giving off a creepy vibe.
He would have probably tried to cop a feel in a dark movie theater. He wasn’t for me. I should have gone with my gut, but I wanted to have the experience of going on a date. He wasn’t the type of guy that I could ever trust, and my mom always told me that I needed to trust the guy I was with.
“You look beautiful tonight, babe,” Reid says. I hear the words, but I don’t understand how this is happening. Why is he doing this? He starts the truck before taking my hand again into his. He holds it as he drives. I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the feel of his hand holding mine. No. I can’t allow myself to fall down that rabbit hole when it comes to Reid, I remind myself. “Are you still hungry? We can stop at the diner.”
“Okay,” I say. He gives my hand a small squeeze. I pull, but he doesn't let it go. “I have to text Willow and let her know where I am.” He reluctantly lets go of my hand so that I can use my phone.
Me: Omg! Reid showed up on my horrible date. He told Andrew I was his! Those words actually came out of his mouth.
Willow: Then what happened? I tracked your location. Are you in his truck?
I smile down at the phone. Of course she tracked me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Reid steal a glance over at me. I was agreeing to go eat at the diner because clearly Reid and I need to have a talk. Also, the diner has kick-ass fries.
Me: He called me babe and then asked if I was still hungry.
Me: Oh and he pressed his mouth against mine to get me to stop talking.