Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“We need to talk,” I tell her, thinking about what my father said.
“We already did,” she says, her voice going soft. “We spoke twice or was it three times? Either way, we said what we had to say.”
“I thought of other things to say,” I inform her. “Are you at work? Do you want me to swing by there and pick you up?”
“If I was at work,” she starts, and I put the sweater over my head, “how would I get to work tomorrow if you picked me up?”
I walk down the stairs and chuckle. “I’d drive you to work,” I state as she groans. “Either way, I get to see you again.”
“Matthew,” she grumbles in frustration.
“Sofia,” I counter, my voice going soft, “one more dinner.”
“Why don’t I believe you?” she huffs.
“Why do you keep denying my follow request on Instagram?” I ask as I grab my keys and head out the door.
“Because there isn’t a reason to accept it. It’s for my really, really close friends.”
“How close do we have to be?” I ask, getting in my car.
“You have to know certain things about me,” she challenges.
“Go,” I tell her.
“Favorite color.”
“Blue, but not a light blue like the sky, a darker blue like navy but not so dark that it looks like black.” I smile when she doesn’t tell me I’m wrong. “Next?”
“Favorite food?” she asks, not telling me my answer was wrong.
“Depends,” I tell her. “On a lazy day you like pretty much anything your grandmother cooks. On a quiet date night, you like either steak or salmon, you can do either, sometimes both. When you are out drinking, definitely a cheeseburger with bacon, loaded. The greasier the better. You like fries, your favorite kind are crinkle cut, with ketchup.”
“You’re annoying,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Favorite person in the whole world?” she says, thinking she can trick me.
“If it isn’t your horse,” I start, “it has to be either Grandpa Billy or Grandma Charlotte.”
“Goodbye,” she says and hangs up as soon as I pull up to her house and see her car is there.
I jog up the steps and ring the bell, hearing her walking toward the door. “The person you are trying to reach is not at home,” she announces behind the closed door. “Please go away.”
I knock on the door. “I have to answer more questions to make sure you accept my follow request on Instagram.”
“If I accept you, will you leave?” she asks, and I put my hands on the doorframe leaning in.
“What fun would that be?” I prod when I hear the lock turn and the door opens. She stands in loose-fitting pants with a matching long-sleeved sweater that falls off her shoulder, which is bare and begs to be kissed. “Hi,” I greet, moving in before she slams the door in my face.
She closes the door behind me, and I turn to face her. Her back is to the door, her hair loose like I love it. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I state right before I take her face in my hands and then run my hands into her hair. My lips lower onto hers, my cock getting hard the second her tongue touches mine. I’m lying. My cock was hard the minute she opened the door.
“You can’t do that,” she says when I let her lips go, her voice in a whisper as she slowly opens her lips.
“Do what?” I ask as I push myself even more into her. I rub my nose with hers and bend to kiss her again.
“Say things like that,” she explains. “Tell me I’m beautiful. Kiss me when you want. Friends don’t talk and do things like that.”
“I’m not your friend,” I assure her right before my lips claim hers again. This time she arches her back into me as her hands go around my neck and into my hair. My hands slide out of her hair, and one wraps around her waist as I push her into the door. We both groan when she must feel my cock. I lift her by the waist and she wraps her legs around my hips.
“Sofia,” I whisper her name, “I didn’t come here for this.” I bite her lower lip.
“Then what did you come here for?” she asks, and I see her eyes have gotten a touch darker.
“I came just to be with you,” I tell her the truth. “I came because I can’t stay away from you.” I attack her neck, sucking in. “I came because all I want to do is be with you. I’ll take anything you have to throw at me, just so you know. I’m not going anywhere, Sofia.”
My lips crash to hers as I turn and walk up the stairs. I don’t know what is going to happen, but whatever it is, I want her lying down, and I want to be able to see everything. I make my way down the hall to the only open door, stepping in and seeing it’s definitely her bedroom. Her bed is made, of course, her throw pillows at the top of the bed. The little love seat sits in front of the bed.