Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
My eye twitched.
In fact, it took everything I had not to walk to his side of the bed and sweep them all up before taking them straight to the trash.
Seriously, what was so hard about finishing one bottle of water before getting another one?
Biting my lip, I went to the suitcase that I thought had my bathroom stuff in it and laid it out carefully on the floor before unzipping it.
The moment that it was unzipped all the way, I realized my mistake.
This wasn’t the suitcase that had all my bathroom stuff in it.
This was my Nathan suitcase.
When I’d been packing up my place, I’d sent Nathan out of the room while I’d hurriedly cleaned up everything that was his before shoving it all into my suitcase.
Except, I hadn’t planned on him being in the room when I opened it.
Because there wasn’t just a ‘few’ things of his that I’d somehow procured over the years.
There was an entire fucking suitcase full, bursting at the seams.
And it’d just exploded all over his bedroom floor the moment that I’d opened it.
I stared in worry as he slowly took in all the t-shirts that I’d stolen from him over the years.
And the sweatshirts.
Oh, and there were quite a few pairs of socks.
He bent over and picked up the baseball jersey that he used to wear in high school.
“You know,” he said as he stared at the offending object. “I had to pay eighty bucks in high school because I didn’t return this.”
I bit my lip.
“Your dad paid for it,” I countered. “I remember.”
“My dad paid for it originally,” he agreed. “But he made me pay him back because I was ‘really bad at keeping up with my shit.’” He looked at all of the shirts that I had, then over to me with an accusing glare. “All this time everyone always blamed me. And it was you?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“I don’t even know what to say.” He shook his head. “I thought I was losing my fucking mind.”
I bit my lip as he squatted down next to my exploded bag and started to go through my—his—things.
He pulled out a sweatshirt that I’d only gotten six months ago.
He’d left it at his parents’ place and I’d run by there on a whim. I’d also picked the sweatshirt up and had intended to just move it, thinking that it was Wolf’s, when I’d smelled it.
I knew right then and there that it wasn’t Wolf’s. It was Nathan’s.
I’d know his scent anywhere.
Which was why, when his parents weren’t looking, I’d taken it.
I’d also been there when Nathan had come by looking for it.
And I’d lied my little head off.
Nope. Didn’t see that KPD SWAT shirt anywhere.
Not me.
Nope.
I’d slept in it until one night when I’d accidentally dropped it in the toilet and was forced to wash it.
Then I was forced to procure another shirt that smelled like him.
It was a vicious cycle.
One that I wasn’t proud of now that he was staring at all my booty.
My stolen booty.
“Did you realize that this is something that you’re not allowed to steal, either?” he asked, holding up the sweatshirt.
I shrugged. “Why not?”
“Because it’s department-issued, woman!” he growled. “And I need it for work.”
I frowned. “You’ve been making out just fine without it so far.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I’ve been freezing my balls off. I have to literally buy a new one if I want to wear long sleeves while at work, and all along you had it?”
I scrunched up my nose. “It’s not my fault that I just find these things.”
He stood up and tossed my sweatshirt to the pile of clothes.
“Where did you find it?” he asked, closing in on me.
I bit my lip, wondering if he would see through the lie that was about to slip off my tongue.
He must’ve realized what I was about to do, too, because before I could open my mouth and give a false answer, he was on me, pinning me to the wall.
“All this time,” he growled as he pressed me into the wall, his big body pinning mine there like a trapped butterfly.
Speaking of butterflies, there was an entire swarm of them, the kind of swarm that showed up on fucking weather radars there were so many, taking flight in my belly.
I licked my lips, suddenly nervous.
“What else of mine do you have? You know, despite my entire fucking wardrobe?” he growled.
I felt the vibration of his chest against my nipples.
He was standing that close.
“Ummm,” I hesitated. “I think I have a couple of your chargers?”
There. That wasn’t a complete lie.
And, to be honest, everyone stole chargers. Didn’t they?
He wound his finger around a curl that had escaped from my bun.
He slowly dragged his fingernail over the length of the hair, his eyes enraptured as he watched his finger move along the soft tresses.