Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Easton?” I look up and notice him standing behind me.
“I didn’t think you were the type that liked class trips.” He smiles. “We could’ve rode here together.”
“You drove?”
“I wasn’t planning to,” he says, helping me down from the hammock. “Until you didn’t come to the window.”
“You could’ve called.”
“I saw Kevin’s post with you on the bus.”
“Oh…” I blush as he slides his hand against my neck. “Why aren’t you at the pit with your teammates?”
“Because I can live without knowing what it feels like to be mauled by a bear.” He cups my face in his hands. “But most importantly, you’re not there.”
He stamps his mouth over mine, kissing me like he doesn’t care if we get caught. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his cock harden against my thigh.
As I catch my breath, he stares into my eyes.
“I told you that I wanted to spend every night together until you leave for England,” he says. “I meant that.”
“I believe you.”
“Good,” he says, kissing me again. “Turn around and bend over…”
PART 4
SOMETIMES LIARS WIN
Question:
If you could fly away from all your biggest problems for six months, what would you do while you’re away?
A) Vacation like there’s no tomorrow, without a care in the world.
B) Use some of the newfound free time to map out how you’ll fix everything when you return.
C) Take a course to better yourself whenever you’re not relaxing by the closest beach.
Answer:
This is a flawed question.
If your biggest problems can be solved by flying away, you don’t have any real problems.
26
ME
Shit, I’m late…
Rain pelts the streets as I rush through London’s early morning traffic.
My umbrella flails in the wind, and I give up arriving at my first symphony practice dry.
I make it to the grand auditorium with seconds to spare and smooth my hair before pulling the heavy door open.
My classmates turn around in their seats and stare at me, and I toss my umbrella to the ground. Then I plop down in the first empty chair I see.
“Are you Scarlett Crane?” A pink-suited woman on stage calls. “Miss?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“You’re thirty seconds late, Miss Crane.” She crosses her arms.
“I’m sorry…I got lost from my hotel, and then I—”
“Excuses aren’t acceptable at this level, Miss Crane.” She cuts me off. “I would expect that someone of your caliber would be the first to arrive here every day.”
A few people in the audience murmur in agreement.
“Every student in this auditorium is allowed one late arrival over the course of this entire program.” She’s glaring at me like she hates me already. “You’ve already used yours, so don’t ever let it happen again.”
The auditorium is so silent now that I can hear my eyes blinking.
“You’re assigned to Dorm Room E, Suite Seven,” she says, picking up a packet. “Pass this back to Miss Crane, please.”
The packet surfs back toward me, and I flip it open, taking out a keycard and a packet that holds the printed schedule for the next six months of my life.
For some reason, the earth doesn’t shift under my feet. No butterflies flutter in my chest. My heart beats its usual steady rhythm.
Deep down, I know that I’ve made the right decision to come here, but the excitement faded weeks ago.
Somewhere between the late nights of never-ending sex with Easton, our stolen kisses in dark hallways, and him begging me to change my mind, I’ve realized he was right about “space.”
I still long for him every minute, and I wish he was here.
Not only that, but the senior year milestones that I once scoffed about—the Spring Fling, the Senior Weekend, the Prom—are now things that I’m mourning.
Things I regret giving up.
Fuck…
27
EASTON
“You look good in crimson red.” Scarlett smiles at me via FaceTime. “I think Alabama was about to lose their shit when they saw you bring out that hat for Florida.”
“I did that to build some suspense.” I return her smile. “I thought you weren’t going to pay attention to anything here at home.”
“I would never miss out on your signing day.” I pause. “Tully looked great in the background. Your coach seems to really like her.”
“A lot of people like her,” I say. “She’s very good at pretending to be charming.”
“She also good at making it look like y’all are happy together online.”
“Don’t you dare start that.” I shake my head, not wanting her to go there right now.
“Nothing’s changed, Scarlett.” I look into her eyes. “Except for our sleeping arrangement, unfortunately.”
Laying back in her bed and inhaling the scent on her sheets, I lower the camera so she can see my hardened cock.
“You make me happy,” I say. “But sadly, I’m left to handle this by myself every night because you refused to listen to my advice.”
She blushes.
“You should take off your panties for me.” I rub my hands up and down my cock. “Show me what I’m missing.”