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)
Biting her lip, she lowers her camera, giving me the perfect view of her wet pussy.
“Do you wish my cock was inside of you right now?” I ask.
“Yes…”
“Then why aren’t you showing me that?”
Her breath catches in her throat, and I roll over and hit the lights, commanding her until she comes.
28
ME
Dear Scarlett,
Today was the “unforgettable” Senior Spring Fling. And, like the good best friend that I am, I’m sharing a list of everything you missed.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5. Me.
That about sums it up.
It was wack as shit without you.
Missing you fiercely,
Kevin
P.S. If I suffocated your sister and stuffed her body under the bleachers, would you snitch on me? She’s even bitchier now than she was before you left, and I’m really tempted…
29
EASTON
A couple months later
“We’ve had record sales on our boyfriend sweaters thanks to you two!” Tina Yardley, the CEO of ‘Together Wearers,’ holds out two shiny gift bags for me and Tully. “I’m hoping we can discuss extending our deal past your sophomore year of college.”
“That’d be awesome!” “I’ll have to think about it.” Tully and I speak in unison.
“Silly me,” Miss Yardley says. “I forgot you might be heading into the NFL by then, Easton.”
“Exactly,” I say. I won’t be with Tully then either…
“Well, consider these gifts my way of saying that you’ll always have a sponsor in me, no matter what you choose to do in the future.”
I nod and Tully gives her a hug.
Thankfully, our contract with her company isn’t a renewable one, and we’ve both made it more than clear that any other negotiations can be handled with our lawyers.
“Lawyers” that don’t technically exist, but that one word is enough to make any sponsor give us some breathing room.
While Tully escorts her to the door, I refresh my inbox.
Subject: I Miss You.
Dear Easton,
I’m currently sitting in The Barbican Centre, watching the London Symphony Orchestra perform, and although this is definitely a highlight of my semester…I miss you.
Terribly.
Last night I dreamed you climbed through my window and held me while I cried tears about being homesick.
There really isn’t another reason I’m sending you this email.
Hope your day is going well…
I can’t wait to come back home.
I love you & can’t wait to be together once and for all,
Scarlett
Lately, the time zone differences have been far more brutal on our relationship than they were before.
Between my two-a-day practices, her twelve hour rehearsal days, and the social media “responsibilities” in between, we’re currently settling for weekend catchup sessions that last fifteen to twenty minutes at best.
And emails.
Lots of and lots of emails…
“Don’t forget to meet me at Patty Hall on Thursday for our TikTok video at Raising Canes.” Tully steps in front of me.
“Will do,” I say. “Anything else?”
“Yeah.” She crosses her arms. “What’s her name?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re not deaf, Easton.” Her voice cracks. “Who is the other girl you’re sleeping with?”
I stare at her, not saying a word.
“I mean, based on how you’re treating me these days, it’s clear that you’re only becoming more and more distant so…” She looks into my eyes. “The least you could do is tell me the truth.”
“You’re right,” I say. “I’ll tell you eventually.”
“I’d like to know now.”
“It’s not up to me, unfortunately.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” she asks. “Are you sleeping with someone else? Are you actually cheating on me?”
I leave the room before I can say anything else.
“Come back here and tell me what the hell that means, Easton!”
PART 5
DISTANCE DOESN’T SOLVE ANYTHING
Question:
If you only had one month to live, which of these best defines how you would spend your final moments?
A) Live in denial like nothing is happening and keep the news about your inevitable death to yourself.
B) Take out your bucket list and rally friends & family who will help you accomplish things before your time runs out.
C) Contact everyone you know and make sure they know how much you love them.
Answer:
Any of the above.
You’re dying. You can’t afford to be indecisive anymore.
30
ME
The stifling heat sifts through the open cab windows, welcoming me back to the South. My grey halter top is sticking to my skin, and the fresh red welts on my ankles are courtesy of hungry mosquitos.
Home sweet home.
“You a freshman at ‘Bama?” The driver looks at me through the rearview mirror. “Or are you returning?”
“It’s my first year.”
“Well, let me tell you—” He smiles. “A pretty girl like you should keep her options wide open until you graduate. My sons go there, and although they’re smart as hell and will probably earn enough to take care of me someday, all they do is go to fraternity parties and screw around outside of class.”
“Um, okay…I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You should.” He stops at a red light. “Focus on the books and nothing else. Well, books and football. You can always make room for football.”
I notice a grey “Roll Tide!” elephant hanging from his rearview mirror.