Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I hang up my wet towel before walking down the stairs, trying like hell not to think about Romeo but failing miserably. It took me months not to think about what he was doing. It took me months to get over what he did to me. I mean, not get over it, but forget about it, or at least not think about it every hour of the day. “Damn you, Romeo!” I shout to the empty kitchen as I walk over and grab the coffee pod before putting it in the machine. I open the cabinet right on top of the machine to pick my coffee cup of the day. I’m obsessed with mugs and everyone knows it, so I’ve gotten two cupboards full of them. Today’s mug says, “She is beauty, she is grace, she can stab you in the face,” with a unicorn in the middle of it. “Fitting,” I say, putting the mug down and pressing the button, waiting for the coffee to come out. I watch the coffee pour out while my mind wanders back.
I walked up the steps to my apartment, seeing a brown square box right in front of the door. I bent down to check if it was for me since I hadn’t ordered anything in the last couple of days. My name was in the middle of the box, and when I checked to see who it came from, not even the name sparked a memory. But I was intrigued with it since it had the fragile sticker on the top and the sides. I stuck my key into the door and unlocked it and stepped in, stopping after I took two steps. I looked around my one-bedroom apartment and saw there were fairy lights hung up all around the room. It gave off a romantic touch. The dining room table that faced me was covered in jars of water and floating candles. There was a rose-petal path that led to the living room, with silver lanterns to help light up the way. And there in the middle of the living room, dressed in basketball shorts and a white T-shirt, was Romeo. He stood on what could only be described as a cloud of white pillows. A checkered tablecloth was beside him with a picnic basket placed on top of it. There were bowls and plates, with a silver bucket with two bottles of wine in it.
“Welcome home,” he greeted, his arms were stretched to his sides. He stood in the middle of my living room in front of the couch. Right next to what looked like a mountain of pillows. I shook my head in disbelief that he was still here. Seven days ago, we met at a party followed by a heavy make-out session on the beach. Which then was followed by him getting up and bringing me back home. The ride was different this time; instead of holding his jacket, I held his cock in my hand the whole time. Needless to say, when he parked, and I invited him up, we ended up with my back pressed against the front door.
“What is this?” I was in shock, to say the very least. Every single day I got home from school and thought for sure he would be gone, but nope, he was still here. Not that I really minded. The sex was out of this world, but I knew once he got bored, he would move on. It was just a matter of when that would happen.
“I thought it would be fun to have a picnic,” he explained to me with his smirk that made my stomach flip every single time. I was getting really annoyed about that also. This was the craziest thing I had ever done in my life. I hooked up with a guy often, actually allow him to stay with me, never. I kicked off my ballerina shoes as I walked to him. “Did you have a nice day?” he asked me when I got in front of him, his head moving down to kiss me. His lips touched mine for a second before my tongue greeted his. The kiss was soft and slow, and my body woke up as soon as he put his hands on my hips. “Welcome home, baby,” he whispered when he let go of my lips to kiss my neck. It was something I noticed he always did. It was something I looked forward to, no matter how many times I told myself I didn’t.
I took another look around, seeing what he did while I was gone. “This is…” I didn’t think I even finished the thought before he sat down on the pillows and pulled me down with him. I took a second to look around and tried to restrain my heart from reacting to this romantic gesture. “This is very cute.” I tried to ignore the way I was feeling, but once I looked back into his eyes, all I could do was smile.