Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
She blew me a kiss goodbye and I made my way down the porch steps and walked quickly to my truck.
Because if I were being honest.
I just wanted to get home to Chastity.
CHASTITY
“Chastity.”
My name was a gentle whisper slowly filtering into my brain and gently pulling me out of my deep slumber.
My eyes fluttered open and immediately focused on Ruger’s green eyes sparkling down at me.
I smiled sleepily.
“There she is,” he said with a beautiful smile.
Feeling groggy, I sat up. I had fallen asleep on the couch.
While he was on his date, I had tried to study. But it was impossible to concentrate knowing he was out with another woman. Every minute ticked by with excruciating slowness.
What were they doing?
Where did he take her?
Was she pretty?
Was he going to fuck her?
I had given up trying to study. Instead, I celebrated my pity party for one by watching reruns of Breaking Bad and eating Milk Duds until my stomach ached.
Sometime between Walt and Jesse cooking meth in the desert and Jesse trying to dispose of a corpse while Walt’s wife confronted him about selling marijuana to her husband, I fell into a restless sleep.
I looked at the clock on the wall. It was just after nine-thirty. He was home early. This is a good sign. But then I wondered if the date had gone exceptionally well and he had already taken her home and slept with her.
“You’re home early,” I said admiring his black slacks and tailored, button-up shirt he was wearing. “The date didn’t go well?”
He sank down on the couch next to me and reached for my feet, pulling them onto his lap. “It was okay.”
“Just okay?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Where did you take her?”
“Les Fleur.”
“That fancy place in Humphrey where you basically have to kill someone to get a reservation?”
He grinned. “Well, the food is worth it.”
“Hmph,” I said, trying to ignore how good he looked dressed up.
“What does hmph mean?”
I shrugged. “I didn’t take you for a fine-dining kind of guy. You must like this girl.”
“She’s nice.” Again, he downplayed it, so I threw a cushion at him.
“If she’s nice, what are you doing home at nine-thirty?”
“Your exam is in three days, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but stop trying to change the—wait, are you saying you came home to help me study?”
The smile he gave me poured warmth into my soul.
“Sure. But if I’d known you were here being a big ol’ lazy bones on the couch, I might’ve stayed out with my date.” He gave me a wink and my heart rolled over in my chest.
Ruger had cut his date short to help me study.
“Well don’t just sit there, girl, go get them books and let’s do this!” he said, reaching for his glasses on the table and slipping them on. Ruger was a good-looking man, but wearing glasses took his sexiness to a whole new level. It was badass biker meets handsome nerd.
The effect was ridiculously hot.
Feeling happy, I grabbed my books from the kitchen table, and for the rest of the night we sat on the couch, me cross-legged and Ruger with his long legs stretched out in front of him as he quizzed me on medical microbiology and infection control. Not an exciting topic, but Ruger plowed ahead with the questions anyway, seemingly getting into it and patiently going over the correct answers when I got them wrong.
Books lay scattered on the couch beside us and across his lap, and as the hours passed us by, I couldn’t help but wonder why he left a beautiful woman to come home and study with me. But at the same time, secretly loving that he did and hoping there was something a little more than friendship involved.
I woke up with a pain in my neck. At some point while we studied, we had both fallen asleep. As the fog of sleep slowly lifted, I remembered Ruger making us coffee to help keep us awake because my eyelids had grown heavy and I couldn’t stop yawning. The coffee had been strong.
But clearly not strong enough.
Groaning, I sat up and looked over at my roommate asleep at the end of the couch. He looked relaxed, his lashes long and dark against his cheeks, his perfectly full lips slightly parted, his dark brows even.
He’s beautiful.
His glasses had fallen onto his chest. Worried he might break them, I pulled them off and placed them on the coffee table.
But the move woke him. Slowly, his eyes opened and immediately found mine.
“Hey,” he said, his voice hoarse with sleep.
“Hey,” I whispered back.
He sat up looking crumpled and sleepy.
I gestured to his glasses on the table. “Sorry, I woke you. I didn’t want you breaking them.”
“It’s okay. I can’t believe we fell asleep.”
“I know, right? With biology being so exciting and all.”