Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She stops walking and throws her head back and laughs. “Define sexcapade,” she asks, then continues to walk.
“It means four days of sex every hour. We made bets to see if his dick would chafe.” I tell her as much as I can without giving anything away.
“I actually think I know who you are talking about.” She laughs, and I look over, loving how carefree she seems, without a care in the world. She is just Kellie. “Is it …?”
I shake my head to stop her from talking. “Even if you guess, I won’t tell you if you are right or wrong.” I make her turn to the right, and we walk up a couple of stairs, and she finally sees where our first stop is.
“Oh my gosh,” she says with a squeal. “Is this really it?” she asks me, dropping my hand and then running toward the round silver bean. She turns around, smiling. “Brian, it’s the bean.”
Walking to her, I take my phone out and snap a couple of pictures of her twirling in front of it, the smile never leaving her face. We walk underneath the silver bean and see that it gets you from every angle. “Look, it’s us everywhere,” Kellie says, pointing up, and I see she is right. “Give me your phone.” I hand her my phone, and she moves to stand in front of me with her back to me. She places the phone above us, taking a picture, but you see us bouncing off every side of the bean. “Look, it’s like we are never ending.”
“It’s pretty cool,” I say while she walks to the bean. Putting her hand on it, she takes a picture of it. I look around to make sure no one has caught on to who she is. The other tourists are too busy taking pictures of themselves to notice us. We walk back out of the bean, and she stops, facing it. “What’s the matter?”
“We need a selfie,” she says, and I walk back to her. She hands me my phone. “You have longer arms.” She wraps her arms around my waist as I hold the phone up and take a picture of us. My arm goes around her shoulder, tucking her into me, and we smile for the camera. I look at the picture after, and I know that it’s a picture I’ll keep forever. “So where to next?” She looks over and asks me, and I just smile.
“Time to take the L train.” I smile at her, tucking the phone back in my pocket. We walk side by side, our hands brushing against each other’s, and she finally links her hand in mine, and I let her. We walk to the tracks and up the stairs. I pay for our tokens, and we stand by, waiting for the next L train to come.
“I’ve never been on the train before.” She looks up at me. “I’ve been on the bus once in Nashville before I got noticed.”
I reach up with my free hand and push her hair away from her face. “Prepared to be wowed.” I smile at her smile. “Nothing says welcome to Chicago like riding the L.”
I hear the train approaching, and I tug her a bit closer to me just to make sure she is safe. The train comes to a stop, and we walk in at the same time as other people walk out. “Over there.” I point at the two empty seats in the back, and she slips inside, sitting by the window, and I slide in next to her.
“It’s, um, an acquired smell,” she says to me, and I laugh. I hear the beeping and then the doors to the train close, and the man comes over the speaker, telling us about our next stop. As we ride through the city, she points at things. When it’s finally time for our stop, I get up and hold out my hand to her, and she takes it. We step out of the train and then walk down the steps. “That was so much fun,” she says, and I have to smile at a girl who thinks riding the public transportation system is losing her mind. “I think once the tour is over, I’m going to head to a beach and then tour cities on the down-low.”
“What do you mean?” I ask her, and she walks next to me, turning her head and looking at me.
“For one whole week, I want to be on a beach with my feet in the sand and do nothing. Not one single thing.”
“Any beach or a specific one?” I make sure we are going the right way.
“As long as my feet are buried in the sand, it could be anywhere,” she says with a smile.
I guide her toward the houses, and she looks around. I’m waiting for her to notice where we are. Her mouth drops open. “Holy shit,” she says, putting her hands in front of her mouth. “Is that what I think it is?”