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)
And so again, I can’t imagine him getting busy in a public place.
“I bet he only does missionary,” Meadow murmurs and then claps a hand on her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that about Coach Thorne.” Then, turning to Wyn, “Oh my God, I meant no offense. I swear.”
It just makes Tempest laugh harder.
And rolling her eyes, Wyn swats her arm again. “Stop laughing.”
Tempest wipes the tears of mirth from her eyes. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just…” She wheezes some more. “It’s just really funny that they think he won’t jump at the chance to do dirty things to you in a public place.”
Wyn shrugs, a small, secretive smile on her lips. “I like it. They all think he’s grumpy and colorless. That he’s so serious”—her eyes shift to him—“but he’s not. He has colors. He has nuances. He’s my muse.”
As if Coach Thorne heard it, he swings his gaze over to his artistic Wyn. And his navy blue eyes smolder in a way that for the first time I can actually see why Tempest was laughing at us. Because I do think Coach Thorne would jump at the chance to do dirty things to Wyn in a public place. In fact, he may clear out this ballroom with one of his legendary stares just so he could be alone with her.
“What are we all laughing about?” a new arrival, Jupiter, asks.
She’s a redhead and is so stunning that I can’t. She’s not a wife or a girlfriend, but she’s been hanging around the tables, dropping in for a chat here and there. Because she’s good friends with the other girls—Meadow and Jupiter grew up together, in fact—and she’s working the event as one of the waitstaff.
I’m extremely new to their girl group, but from what I understand, their gang is much larger, with a few more girls who aren’t here tonight, but most of them went to high school together, called St. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers, a girls only reform school in the neighboring town of St. Mary’s.
Their friendship is the kind I would’ve loved to have when I was in high school. They’ve all been through a lot and have supported each other through thick and thin. And if I’m being honest, I’m a little envious of that kind of love.
Tempest pulls Jupiter down and whispers in her ear, probably telling her what we all have been talking about. When Jupiter’s all up to speed, she gives Meadow a look first, then me before rolling her eyes. “Children.” Then, “Trust me when I say, they both set our school on fire with their longing, pining gazes.”
“Shut up,” Wyn mutters, swatting Jupiter instead.
Oh yeah, Coach Thorne—before he was the head coach for New York City FC—used to be a coach at St. Mary’s. Which is where they fell in love. They should probably make a movie about it. Actually, they should make a movie about all these girls’ love stories.
“What about you, Meadow?” Tempest moves on to her, breaking my thoughts. “Do you think Riot and you would do it in a public place?”
This time, Jupiter cackles knowingly and Meadow swats her arm. “Oh yeah, they so totally would.”
“Shut up,” Meadow mutters, her cheeks flushing. “Well, I don’t think… I… He…”
Surreptitiously, we all look at her beau, Riot, and sigh.
He’s busy in a discussion with Ledger and Coach Thorne, his dark hair mussed up and long, almost kissing his eyebrows. I think of all the men at this table, his hair’s the longest right now—even longer than Coach Thorne’s, who’s famous for his long-ish hair. Not to mention, his skin is the most tanned too, owing to his Latin heritage. And hence glows the most, inevitably drawing your eyes toward him.
God, he’s handsome.
Like all the other men, his eyes check in on Meadow as well. Actually, he checks in on Meadow the most. Because they just started going out. They got engaged right away, though, because they’ve known each other a while; Meadow used to be Riot’s daughter Sophia’s nanny. In fact, she just got a wedding dress; she invited me along to go shopping. See? Friendly.
And I corroborate Jupiter’s statement. “Oh yeah, totally.”
Wyn chuckles. “Yup.”
Tempest laughs too. “Yeah, that was a silly question.”
Meadow blushes and ducks her eyes.
“What about you?” Tempest settles on me. “Would you guys do it in public?”
I mean, I should’ve expected it.
I should’ve been ready for it, the question.
As I’ve mentioned before, that’s the good thing about these girls. Even though we’ve only met a handful of times, they’ve all been very good to me. They’ve all been welcoming and inclusive. So them posing this question to me while going around the table, so to speak, is normal.
But for a second or two, my brain shuts down.
For a second or two, I don’t know what to say.