Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
After what happened.
After how he…
And as if he hears my thoughts, he looks up.
His eyes landing on me.
Like he knew I was standing there all along and maybe he did. He flicks his gaze over my features and he licks his lips.
All rapidly. All quickly.
As though he was doing it as an afterthought before going back to his clipboard. But I’m the one who has to suffer the consequences. I’m the one whose steps falter to the point that my fiancé has to grip my hand, steady me, and ask, “You okay?”
I press my hand in his. “Y-yes.”
He looks me over before saying, “Come on.”
After that, I keep my head down and decide that it’s best if I don’t look at him at all. No good can come of this. But then I realize we aren’t stopping. As in we keep going down the aisle until we reach the last couple of seats. Just before that booth-like thingy where he is sitting. And before I can protest—although I’m not sure what I’ll do to protest; the rest of the seats are filled anyway—Shepard is stepping aside so I can slide in and he’s taking a seat beside me.
Which is how I come to spend the next three hours, all tight and rigid in my seat, all squirmy and hyperaware, my body tingling and that ache in my pussy. So I’m relieved when we reach our destination and check into a hotel. But as it turns out, even that poses a problem for two reasons.
Number one: when we go to the reception, it occurs to me that I may have to share a room with my fiancé. The fact that I’m balking at that should be indication enough that I’m not the best fiancée in the world and Shep is better off without me. But then he says that we have two separate rooms.
“Yeah, since you were a last-minute add-on,” he explains with a shrug, “and my room isn’t that big to begin with, it’s just better if you have your own space. Plus, on the road, I need to focus, yeah? I need to focus on my game, on the plays and whatnot. You’d just be in the way. So it’s really for the best, babe.”
I’m not going to lie, I’m a little… hurt. I didn’t know he thought that I was in his way. Not as his fiancée but as his best friend. But I wave it all away and grab the keycard that he then gives me before dropping me off at my room two floors down from his room.
And then comes problem number two: my room happens to be on the same floor as his. Something Shep casually mentions as he’s dropping me off. I start to freak out at the news and feel a certain type of excitement that again does not bode well if I want to move on.
But it is what it is, and I’ll have to deal with it. Besides, it’s not as if we’re going to run into each other or anything. He’ll be at practice and I’ll just hang out in my room. I’m on the bed, doing just that when I hear a knock at my door. And just by the two authoritative thuds on the wood, I know who it is. With a pounding heart, I jump off the bed and open the door to reveal him.
With a thick frown and super angry-looking.
“Hey,” I breathe out.
His still-bruised jaw tenses. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
At the sight of him, all my good sense vanishes and I’m just… needy. Still, I keep my wits about me and say, my words coming out as a question, “Uh, this is my room.”
His jaw tenses harder and his chest punches out with a large breath. “Why is this your room?”
I swallow and then blurt out, “I’m not going to do it with you.”
“What?”
Oh God.
Why did I have to say that? Why the fuck did I have to say anything regarding that?
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
He studies me for a second. “If by it you mean fucking, then you can relax. I’m not here for that.”
My thighs clench at his fucking. “Right. Of course I didn’t—”
“Although it’s curious that that’s the very first thing you thought of.”
“I’m…” I blush. “I mean, can you blame me after what happened? It was a mistake and—”
“What happened,” he says, his eyes glinting, “was not a mistake.”
My heart’s pounding. “But it can never happen again.”
He watches me for a second before saying, “Was this your idea? Staying in two different rooms?”
I’m a little thrown off by his change of topic and how he didn’t agree with me about it not happening again, but I let it slide. Because I didn’t even want to talk about it in the first place. Me and my stupid mouth.