Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Uh…y-yeah. Um, let’s just go through a few questions.” He bit his bottom lip and fuck, that was hotter than it should have been. “I flagged fifty good ones that—”
“Fifty?” I asked incredulously.
“Well, yeah. There are a lot of categories. Food, music and…sex.”
“Oookay.”
“I know…weird. But sex sells and if we really were a couple, we’d be thinking about it constantly. Didn’t you say it’s practically part of our DNA at the party?”
“True. I’m thinking about it right now,” I said unthinkingly.
“You are?”
“Yeah, but…”
“But what?” he prodded.
“That kiss…” I paced to the door and back. “That was fucking hot. If you ask me one sex question, I might actually come in my jeans.”
“Are you sure you aren’t bi?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“I never said I wasn’t,” I countered.
“Right. You said ‘fluid,’ which probably means ‘curious.’ Okay, I can work with that,” he said with a naughty lopsided grin before picking up his cell and perching on one of the barstools. “Let’s continue, shall we?”
“Bring it on.”
I flopped onto the stool next to him and studied his profile as he scrolled through his phone, aware that I was sitting closer than necessary. My leg was less than an inch from his. But that would be normal if we really were a couple. In fact, we’d be in constant contact. Lovers touched unconsciously. Didn’t they? Of course, I was no expert. I hadn’t been in a relationship that lasted longer than three months in a while.
My theory was worth testing, though. I rested my knee against his and waited with my heart in my throat to see what he’d do.
Nothing. Hmm. Interesting.
“Pretty Little Liars or Real Housewives?”
My gaze shifted from our knees to his mouth and all I could think was, Damn, I want to kiss him again. And touch him and—I refocused when I caught his expectant look. I ran the question he’d asked through my head and scowled.
“No stupid questions allowed.”
Mitch snorted. “It’s not stupid. It’s—”
“Just move on to the sex.”
“Are you sure?” He snickered when I rolled my eyes; then he sat up tall on his barstool and crossed his legs so we were no longer touching. I didn’t like the loss of contact, but it was probably for the best. My awareness of him was freaking me out.
“Positive.”
“Would you rather have sex in a public bathroom or library?”
“Bathroom,” I replied immediately.
Mitch squinted at me. “Have you ever?”
“Yeah, have you?”
He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yes. Um, next question. Lights on or off? Missionary or doggie? Sex toys or—”
“Hold on. You’re moving kinda fast there, cowboy. Let’s see…if I can only choose one, lights on, missionary, and yes to sex toys. You?”
“Missionary?”
“Yeah, I’m a visual person. You can’t tell if your partner is having as much fun as you are unless you can see for yourself,” I said.
“You can see if your positions are reversed too.”
“Obviously.”
“No, I meant like…if your partner is riding you, ya know?”
I gave him a sly sideways grin and nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Giddy up, cowboy. I prefer being on top. Maybe that’s something you should know.”
Mitch snorted in amusement. “Right. Thanks for sharing. I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you’re with the right person, you can tell without seeing their expression.”
“What does that have to do with your favorite position?”
“I don’t know,” he said, sounding flustered. “Let’s move on. Do you—”
“Wait. I have another question. By ‘right person,’ do you mean a soul mate? Have you ever had that?”
Mitch cocked his head and then shook it. “No. Have you?”
“No. Not even close.” I paused for a moment before continuing. “What about Rory?”
“No. I liked him a lot, but we didn’t connect on a deep level. Too much fear in the way. People at school probably guessed he was bi, but he wasn’t ready to be truly out. I wouldn’t have even asked him to do this show with me. He would have felt too exposed. Rory couldn’t handle the possibility of anyone thinking he might be attracted to a guy. When I realized he was always going to fixate on how others saw him and how it made him feel, I knew we were over. It’s too bad. The sex was amazing.”
His saucy smile went well with his flippant delivery, but I was too unsettled to appreciate it and I couldn’t say why. Okay, that was a lie. I was jealous again. Very, very jealous. An ugly green haze clouded my vision and made it difficult to see straight. And why? Because I didn’t like that he had sex with his boyfriend? That didn’t make sense. Nonetheless, the thought of him riding Rory cowboy-style made my blood boil.
“Hmph. Well, Rory’s an idiot.” I stood abruptly and hooked my thumb toward the door. “I’m gonna go. When do you want to film this?”