Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110624 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Yeah…I’m fine. Sorry, I didn’t think to check if you were in here. The light in your room was on, so I assumed you were in there.”
He leaned against the sink and crossed his arms. “What are you still doing up?”
“I can’t sleep, so I came in here to pee.”
He moved away fast from the sink. “Oh…well, I should probably let you do that.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Right,” he said before walking out and closing the door.
I sat down to pee, but even though I had to go so badly, nothing would come out because I was still focusing on him.
After running the water for about twenty seconds, I was finally able to go since the streaming sound helped me relax.
When I left the bathroom, I saw that Jake had left his bedroom door wide open, and I took that as a silent invitation to enter.
It was one in the morning, and he was sitting on his bed with his laptop. He closed it when he noticed me at the doorway. I walked toward him and sat at the end of his bed. He was still shirtless and wearing a pair of navy blue sweatpants that hung low displaying the top of his gray boxer briefs.
He sat up straighter. “How was your pee?”
“Fantastic.”
“Good to hear.” His eyes wandered to my chest, causing my nipples to harden.
Bingo.
“What were you looking at?” I asked.
My question broke his staring, and he suddenly looked up in a daze. “Huh?”
“On your laptop.”
“Oh…on my laptop…right. Just useless surfing.”
“I see.”
We were just looking at each other for a few seconds when our silence was interrupted by the sound of the bed next door squeaking repeatedly.
Great.
Not only did I have no desire to hear Ryan, who was basically a brother to me, having sex with my best friend, but it made an already awkward situation so much worse.
You could cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife, but we both laughed it off.
“You think they’re having sex?” Jake asked sarcastically.
I looked down in embarrassment. “Should we just pretend it’s not happening?”
“Yeah. You wanna do a math lesson?” he joked as the noises from next door continued to get louder.
“Sure.”
“Let’s see…we can talk about the probability of sixty-nine.”
I giggled. “I would say based on that noise, it’s very high.”
Jake bent his head back in laughter and I could see his tongue ring. It was so incredibly sexy, and I wanted to know what it would feel like against my own tongue.
Finally, the noises stopped, and we were once again left with a loss for words. But I wasn’t going anywhere.
Jake was nervously picking at the lint on his comforter, flicking it onto the ground. He was looking down when he made a comment that shocked me. “I bet that prick ex-boyfriend of yours sucked in bed.”
Of all the things he could have said, I definitely wasn’t expecting that, but I was holding back nothing tonight.
“Actually, he did…big-time.”
He stopped what he had been doing and sat up straighter against his headboard, almost backing away from me. “So, you have had sex.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“See, now I’ve made you blush. I am sorry. You just strike me as a certain kind of girl.”
“What kind of girl is that?”
“It’s nothing bad. Just…innocent…maybe a virgin.” He looked up at the ceiling and smiled mischievously. “The kind of girl that guys like me are dying to corrupt.”
Shit.
I remained silent.
And I’m dying to be corrupted by you.
I cleared my throat. “Well, in answer to your question…yes, I have had sex, but it was just with him.”
“He was your only, and he sucked in bed? That’s unfortunate.”
“Yeah. It was unfortunate. I never even actually…you know…with him.”
“You never what?” His eyes widened when he realized what I meant. “You never came? You never even had an orgasm?”
I hesitated. “Not from another person.”
He was looking down and started picking at the comforter again, but there was no lint left. He looked frustrated and uneasy. For several seconds, the silence in the room was deafening. Then, he said, “So…you come when you touch yourself.”
“Yeah.”
He closed his eyes briefly and suddenly looked up at me. “Sex doesn’t count if he didn’t make you come, Nina. You’re basically still a virgin.” He bit his lip then said, “He had sex. You didn’t.”
It was amazing how the same set of eyes could send me so many different messages just in the way he looked at me. The same eyes that could intimidate me, joke with me, comfort me and make me feel like everything was going to be okay…now looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive. And I wished more than anything he would just do it.
I jumped when he moved because I thought he was going to touch me. Instead, he abruptly got up and opened his window. Cold air rushed in as he walked over to the bedside drawer and reached for the cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it. Inhaling deeply, he slowly blew the smoke outside as he sat against the edge of the windowsill.