Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Her fingers fiddle with the front of my briefs; pulling the fabric aside and then lowering herself down over me.
“Are we seriously going to fuck with me in my underwear?”
Tess laughs. “It feels too good to stop…”
Yeah, I don’t exactly hate it.
She can fuck me while I’m fully dressed for all I care. Her insatiable spirit isn’t something I’m going to complain about—not tonight, not tomorrow, and probably not ever.
CHAPTER
FORTY-SIX
Tess: What are you up to? Anything exciting…?
Drew: Sitting in class—not exciting at all.
Tess: Which one?
Drew: Mass Comm—confession: this is the second time I’m having to take it.
Tess: What?! Why?
Drew: ’Cause I bailed on it so often last semester and had Drake go for me, ended up getting a D
Tess: Oh shit—that sucks…
Drew: Yeah, it does, because this professor is a dickhead and loves listening to himself talk.
Tess: Don’t they all?
Drew: This one wrote the textbook and wants everyone to know it.
Tess: Ooooh one of thoseeeee
Drew: Yeah—one of those.
Drew: What about you, what are you doing?
Tess: Same. Sitting in class. It’s an easy one, though, English Lit. I’m practically napping and need some distraction.
Drew: Ahh, so that’s why you slid into my messages, LOL. Lucky for you, I'm an expert in the art of distraction.
Tess: Oh, please. I've seen your attempts at distraction.
Drew: Ouch. I see how it is. How about some captivating conversation?
Tess: Captivating conversation? What are you, a thesaurus? *yawns* I suppose I could be persuaded.
Drew: So have you ever wondered if aliens are secretly among us, posing as normal humans?
Tess: LOL oh god—classic alien conspiracy theory. I'm pretty sure I've met a few aliens on campus.
Drew: Same. This professor might actually be one. They're probably here to gather advanced equations to take back to their home planet.
Tess: Makes sense. That's the only logical explanation for their presence.
Drew: And you, my dear, are clearly their leader, gathering intel on quadratic functions.
Tess: Shhh, don't blow my cover. I'm deep undercover.
Drew: I'll keep your secret safe. But only if you promise that next time I see you, I get to see those amazing boobs again
Tess: I’m flattered you’re still thinking about those…
Drew: Uh, have been since that first weekend.
Tess: Awww… you say the sweetest things.
Drew: And they say my brother has all the best moves. Ha.
Tess: Speaking of the best moves, I'm seriously on the edge of falling asleep… if it happens, I’m blaming the baby.
Drew: No worries, I'm here to rescue you from the clutches of boredom. How about we play a game?
Tess: A game, you say? I'm listening….
Drew: Game of questions. I just googled “Best questions to ask on a first date.”
Tess: Is this our actual first date?
Drew: God, I hope not.
Drew: Shit. I should have taken you out on one when I was there. I’m such a fucking dick. Dammit, Tess, I’m so sorry.
Tess: Listen, my brother gave you a bloody lip. I’d say we’re even?
Tess: Let’s just play the game, LOL. I need the distraction.
Drew: K. First question—If you were stranded on a desert island, what three items would you bring?
Tess: Dang, I don’t know. You answer first.
Drew: That’s easy. A hammock, a never-ending supply of sunscreen, and a survival guide titled "How to Escape from Desert Islands for Dummies."
Tess: Ambitious choices. Okay, next question: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Drew: New Zealand. It's like a fantasy world filled with stunning landscapes and hobbits.
Tess: Hobbits? LOL. Lord. A true adventurer's dream **eye roll** I'll start saving for our New Zealand escapade.
Drew: Sounds like a plan. Alright, last question: What's your go-to karaoke song?
Tess: Oh, you're really digging deep now. I'd have to say "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi. I like to pretend I'm a rock star from the ’90s.
Drew: A rock star, huh? I'm definitely requesting an encore at the next karaoke night.
Tess: You better believe it. Alright, your turn to ask.
Drew: Hmm, let me think. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?
Tess: Ah, the eternal time travel dilemma. I'd go to the past—there's so much history to explore and learn from. And maybe I’d have you wear a condom?
Drew: Oh. My. GOD, Tess, SICK BURN. Shit. Ouch.
Tess: I’m kidding but also, not kidding. Bwahahaha. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. Next question and go.
Drew: Alright, last question from me: What's your favorite way to spend a lazy Sunday?
Tess: Lounging around in comfy pajamas, a movie marathon (reality TV, obvi), and consuming ridiculous amounts of popcorn.
Drew: A true Sunday champion. Alright, I think we've successfully navigated the first date questions. I have to say, I'd give you a second date based on your answers.
Tess: There you go, charming me out of my panties…but you know. I could probably come up with a better list of questions than those.
Drew: What do you mean, better?