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)
Seriously, can you imagine?
Drew's gaze softens as he looks at me. "You're right, Tess. I don't want to make things worse. But damn, it's infuriating."
I offer him a reassuring smile, squeezing his arm gently. "We’ll just have to lay low.”
He nods, his frustration slowly subsiding. "We are not laying low. We’re gonna do whatever the hell we want and you’re not going to be afraid to go out.”
We may not have all the answers, and the road ahead might be bumpy, but thank god we're navigating it side by side.
Drew's phone buzzes, and he glances down at it before looking back at me with a small grin. "It's Drake’s agent. Looks like he's on it already."
I watch as he taps out a reply.
I chuckle, relief washing over me. "See? Teamwork."
He reaches across the table to fist bump me.
I stare at his fist.
Shove it back in his direction. “Um, this makes me feel friend zoned.”
He lets out a bellowing laugh as he rises from his side of the counter, walking around to my side and planting a wet kiss on my cheek.
“I think it’s safe to say you’re out of the friend zone.”
Our lips meet and it feels as if it’s been an age since he’s kissed me on the mouth—not since we had sex the morning he left for Illinois, the weekend of the bachelor party.
It’s tentative at first; he’s gauging to see if I even want to kiss him and I do, turning in my seat, spreading my legs so he can stand between them, my hands sliding around the back of his neck.
His lips brush against mine in a gentle, featherlight touch.
It's a soft, exploratory kiss, a hint of something more to come. I respond in kind, my lips parting slightly as if inviting him closer. And as he accepts the invitation, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate movement…
…a shiver runs down my spine as Drew's tongue brushes against my lips.
Without hesitation, I open my mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss even further. Our tongues dance in a sensual tango, a passionate rhythm that ignites a fire within me.
I can feel his hands on my waist, his touch both tender and firm as he pulls me closer. Can feel him between my legs as his desire goes from sweet kiss to semi-erection that may or may not be pressing into my parted legs.
Delicious.
A rush of heat grows between my thighs.
My fingers slide around the back of Drew's neck, tangling in the soft strands of his hair. I pull him closer, the urgency of our kiss intensifying. His hands move from my waist to my lower back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.
Every sensation is magnified, every touch sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body.
Lord.
These pregnancy hormones are making me horny as hell.
Drew's lips leave mine, trailing a line of heated kisses along my jawline, down my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access. A soft moan escapes my lips as his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my neck.
The combination of his kisses and the subtle nip of his teeth sends a delicious ache
Straight.
To.
My.
Vagina.
Yeah, I said it.
His hands move higher, his fingers tangling in my hair as he captures my lips once more, and my boobs are heavy, wanting to be touched.
The kiss is hungry, a mix of longing and desire. I let out a soft whimper because I cannot get enough of him, my body arching into his.
I want more but like, down girl.
Chill.
It’s just a kiss…
Our breaths come in ragged gasps as we break the kiss, our foreheads resting against each other. His eyes are dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
My own heart pounds in my chest, my body humming with need.
"Drew," I whisper, my voice barely audible in the charged air between us.
He looks at me, his gaze filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty. "Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
Ah, good.
He wants it, too. No
I give him a small, reassuring smile, my fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.
Any trace of hesitation evaporates.
Drew's lips crash down on mine once more, and the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us and the intoxicating heat of our desire. At this moment, there's no room for doubts or worries—there's only the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, of being desired, and the promise of a connection that's only just beginning to ignite.
Drew reaches down and does what I’ve been wanting him to do since he put his lips to mine; he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me, setting me on the countertop.
Pulls me forward.
Steps between my legs again.
I wrap them around his waist.
Game.
On.
DEAR DIARY…
It’s so weird with all the guys gone. They graduated in June and it’s just bizarro being at school without them all here. Quiet somehow. I cried a lot last night cause Grady told me Drew and his brothers finally left for college, which is like, a twenty hour drive. Which means they won’t be coming home at all and what are the chances I’ll ever bump into him again? All I wanted was for him to ask me to ONE stupid dance and now that will never happen because no one who goes to college ever comes home for a HS dance. Going to cry myself to sleep now, bye.