Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I can't help but clap my hands and laugh, picking up my fingers and trying to get it like Phoebe, but with the scotch I drank, it doesn't work out that way. “She's his lobster."
"You kept saying that for a whole month," he reminds me, and I'm wondering why he even remembers since it seems like a lifetime ago.
"It's poetic," I defend. “A masterpiece."
"Oh, God." He shakes his head. “A masterpiece, really?"
"Anyway." I ignore him. “There were signs that Edward wasn't the one for me."
"Like what?" he asks, and I just look at him.
"Um, one." I hold up my hand. “I was a bunch of nerves."
"I think everyone who gets married has some sort of nerves." He looks at me, and I just tilt my head to the side, waiting for him to finish what he started. “It's a big commitment."
I chuckle. “That it is." I bring the bottle to my lips, taking a sip. “Some would say it's forever."
"Exactly." He takes a deep breath. “Forever is a long time, and you have to be one hundred percent sure of the person." He's got a point there, as I bring the bottle back to my lips just to keep from saying something that I'll regret. All I can do is look at his face. His scruff is a bit longer than it was the last time I saw him. I'm going to be really honest. I’ve avoided going out since I knew he was back. I would go to work and then go home. I never ventured out, making the excuses that I was busy, but the truth was I didn't want to run into him. His blue eyes almost look green in this light. I could get lost in them. The minute the thought runs into my head, I look down at the bottle and think maybe I should stop drinking now.
"Well, whatever it was, the woman showing up with his child was all I needed to see. The fact that he kept a child from me. His flesh and blood." There is no excuse, none, not one that would make it okay. "By any chance…" I look down at my wedding dress. “Do you have a change of clothes?"
He turns and walks into the room that I'm assuming is the bedroom, coming back with the backpack that looks empty. “I have T-shirts and a pair of boxers."
I look at him with my mouth open. “How do you go away for the weekend and pack just T-shirts?"
He laughs at me. “I was planning on getting trashed all weekend long. I was going to change my shirt and boxers," he says, and the minute he says boxers, the memory of me taking his off comes to me, but just like all the other times, I push it away.
"Don't you leave clothes here for the next time?" I ask, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he went away for the weekend with no clothes.
"Not really. I bring what I need." He shrugs and tries not to laugh while he looks at my face.
"I guess I have no choice," I say, getting off the stool and wobbling back and forth. My hand holds the island so I don’t fall. "Do not drink and then stand suddenly." I laugh at my own inside joke. “Can you imagine if I fell and busted my face? Now that would be funny."
He shakes his head. “That would not be funny at all." He hands me the bag and puts his hand on my elbow. "Especially since the closest hospital is an hour from here."
"What are you doing?" I ask as he starts to walk with me.
"I'm helping you to the bedroom so you can change," he replies, and I gasp.
"You want to see me naked?" I turn to see his face and the smirk comes out. I want to hate it, but let’s be real; there is nothing I hate about Luke. I mean, I’m sure once my head isn’t cloudy the way it is right now, I will come up with things to hate about him. Like having the best sex of my life and then leaving me. Yeah, hate that about him.
"I'm walking you to the bedroom and closing the door with me on the outside of it," he mumbles, avoiding looking at me. Maybe I was the only one who had the best sex of their life that night. God, maybe I wasn't as good as I thought I was. Maybe it wasn't even good, and I'm imagining it was.
"Whatever," I say, turning to walk into the room and stopping when I can't see anything. I reach out, flipping the switch, but when the light turns on, it's very dim. The room has a soft yellow glow as I look around, seeing just a king-sized bed in the room and nothing else.