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)
He doesn’t laugh with everyone when there’s a joke or chime in when the frat guys and Jeremiah talk about their shared memories from last summer.
He sits silently, keeping his eyes on me.
“Psssst! Pssst!” Kevin slides between me and Jeremiah. “I need to borrow my friend from you, Jeremiah. I’m having a code red.”
“Okay.” He presses a kiss against my cheek, and Kevin’s eyes widen in surprise.
I don’t have to turn around to know that Easton is probably on the verge of fucking losing it.
Thankfully, Kevin pulls me away from the flames.
“Wait a minute.” I shake my head. “What does ‘code red’ mean again?”
“That you shouldn’t get too comfortable because your bestie may need to leave and he’s your ride home.”
“Honestly, the sooner we leave here the better.”
“May need to leave with someone else,” he says. “You didn’t let me finish.”
“Sorry,” I say. “You’ve drank more than I have today so you’re getting an Uber back and we’ll take one here to get your car tomorrow.”
“Ugh, fine.” He tosses me his car keys.
“Is it me, or does Easton Rush look ten times sexier than usual today?”
“It’s you.”
“Nah, I don’t think so.” He tilts his head to the side. “He normally has that charming Adonis thing going on, but he looks pissed as hell. Madness looks way better on him.”
I resist looking in that direction and change the subject. “Tell me everything you know about this college guy.”
“I thought you’d never ask!”
Grateful for his distraction, I listen intently and memorize as many details about the guy as possible. Just in case he turns out to be a psycho or a serial killer.
“Can you at least let me get a few things out of my car before we leave it?” he asks.
“Sure.”
“Can you also promise me that you’ll go out with Jeremiah let him fuck you?”
“What?” I slap the back of his head. “No, Kevin.”
He laughs. “At least let him get to second base. He’s hot as hell and single, you know?”
“Yeah, I know…” I change the subject as we walk to the parking lot.
A few raindrops hit my skin, and I look up at the sky.
“Looks like we’re leaving just in time.” Kevin tosses my bag to me, and I pull a dress over my swimsuit.
Before I can ask him to give me the college guy’s phone number, loud screams fill the air.
We both look toward the beach and within minutes, hordes of people run toward us like the beach just caught fire.
“Go! Go! Go!” They’re shouting. “Now! Leave!”
Kevin and I exchange glances, and I spot Jeremiah and Easton running in the crowd.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask.
“Maybe there was a shark attack,” Kevin says. “Kind of fucked up that no one stayed around to help, though.”
“Somebody called the cops for underage drinking so we gotta leave before they start detaining people,” Jeremiah grabs my hand. “I’ll take you home.”
“No, I’ll take her home,” Easton says. “Your car is full, remember?”
“Right…” Jeremiah sighs and takes my phone from my hands. He saves his number and hands it back to me. “I want to take you out, so I expect you to call me sometime this week. ”
“She won’t,” Easton mutters under his breath, leading me to his car.
Bright blue and white lights are flashing in the distance, moving closer and closer to the beach.
“Wait,” I say. “You know what? I think I’ll just get an Uber back. I need to think.”
“About what?”
“It’s personal,” I say. “Just walk me to the taco stand and I’ll have someone pick me up from there.”
“I don’t think so,” he says. “What exactly do you need to think about?”
“A date.”
“You’re not going out with Jeremiah.” He shrugs. “There. I did the thinking for you.”
“I’ll never have one with you either…You can’t even save the smallest things for me.”
He looks over at the cop cars and sighs. “What do you mean?”
“I told you that I wanted us to try out Gayle’s for the first time together, but you already did that with Tully.”
“Oh?” He crosses his arms. “That’s what you think?”
“I saw you and her eating from the tins outside.” My voice wavers. “I saw you.”
“You saw us using the tins from one of her friends.” He hisses. “We stopped at a grocery store to get cheap ice cream and shit to fill them with, to make it look like it was Gayle’s because I told her that I’d already promised someone to try it out with them first.”
“Oh…” I swallow.
“This is the part when you say, ‘Easton, I want you to take me to Gayle’s before taking me home.’ You can also add an ‘I’m sorry for accusing you of some shit you’d never do to me.’”
“Yes,” I say. “That.”
He walks over to my side and opens the door. Then he presses a kiss against my shoulder and whispers, “Get in the goddamn car now so we won’t get arrested.”