Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Apart from the strange elements in the wind and the skies, there was the issue of my body.
I’m not sure if it was because of my impending eighteenth birthday, but my body is going through some sort of metamorphosis.
I feel hot and tingly, especially between my thighs and as washed my breasts, the slightest touch of the washcloth seems too much.
I was red as a cherry by the time I left the shower. I’d just spent the last fifteen minutes fighting not to touch myself.
The feeling had been so strong my hands had wandered to my secret places before I caught myself. Maybe it was a side effect from my illness, though I’ve never heard of any sickness that leaves you feeling horny.
I knew something was really wrong when I could barely stand to put my clothes on. The feel of cotton against my hot flesh set my body trembling.
Chapter 17
Downstairs I got breakfast ready for dad and I only because if it was left to him we’d both be having some kind of sugary cereal.
“How did you sleep pumpkin? Did that crazy wind keep you up last night?”
“Crazy wind?”
“Yeah, didn’t you hear it howling out there, it reminded me of the night...” he cleared his throat and reached for the cinnamon for his oatmeal.
“What night dad?” somehow I felt that his answer was important, and I also knew that he wasn’t going to answer before he evaded the question.
“It’s nothing sweetheart just...is Azarov coming to get you? I think he’s right, that truck is no good for a young girl, I don’t know what I was thinking, you’re sure he’s coming to take you to school this morning?”
He was staring at the window and acting mighty peculiar if you ask me. “Dad, are you okay?”
He brought his attention back around to me as the wind picked up outside.
“Sure honey, it just feels like there’s a storm brewing that’s all. Eat your breakfast before you’re late for school.” He changed the subject and we finished our breakfast on a lighter note.
***
I was a bundle of nerves when he came to get me an hour later. I always felt that way whenever we’d been apart, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it had something to do with my past.
As the days go by, and I can’t believe it’s just been a measly few weeks, but I’ve grown so attached to Thorn in that short space of time, that it’s beginning to get harder and harder to be away from him.
I couldn’t help but think he knew why that was, that he knew a heck of a lot more than he was saying.
There was so much I wanted to ask him, but by the time he sat me in the car, I had forgotten everything but the joy of being with him. It was another one of those strange occurrences, his ability to make me forget.
He kept my hand in his for one thing, which was very distracting and then, “I won’t ever have to leave you again malenkaya, so there’s no more need for worry.”
“Who says I was? Can’t let him get a swelled head now can I? he squeezed my hand and grinned before lifting it to his lips.
“Are you ever going to tell me where you went all those days when you disappeared?”
“Soon, I promise you that one day soon you will have all the answers. For now I just want you to enjoy, and Jasmine, we’re going to be stupidly happy together so no matter what, never worry about me deserting you.”
And just like that the worry was gone, and so was the knot in the pit of my stomach that I had been ignoring all morning.
I will say today was the first day of the rest of our lives, a mite dramatic yes, but I could feel the difference in the air.
Everything seemed lighter somehow, even the air was different, and the sun shone brighter than at any other time since I’d been here.
I got to experience Thorn Azarov, the high school sweetheart as well; which was amazing.
He was attentive and kind, and so very sweet. Carrying my books, holding my hand, or putting one of his protectively around my shoulders as we walked from class to class.
It was almost as if he’d taken a peek into my mind and reenacted one of my better fantasies about high school.
The looks of envy, if I’m being honest, were a nice little bonus as well. And my hormones were working overtime.
Thorn was in most of my classes that day and the more time we spent together, the more my body reacted.
I needed to know if it was normal to have these hot flashes, or to have visions of sex almost every minute. It had to be because I was a virgin with my first real prospect as a candidate for cherry plucking.