Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
The thing is, I don’t know what got into me. Mira was just so beautiful and tempting, and I became Adam biting into the apple. It stings to hear Jason’s words, but it’s what I needed to hear him to say. I guess I really wanted Mira in that moment.
My co-pastor interrupts my thoughts.
“Did she say anything before she left?”
I shake my head
“No, she pretty much bounced right after.”
And that was one hundred percent my fault. I should have said something when Mira was staring at me, begging me with her eyes to talk. Or I should have stopped her from leaving, and we should have had an actual conversation. Yet, that opportunity flew by, and I did nothing. Clearly, I fucked up.
“Okay, okay,” Jason takes a deep breath. He’s always been the more level-headed of the two of us. If this situation requires fixing, he’ll take care of it. “You know what we need to do? We need to talk to her and see how she’s feeling. Maybe she’s totally fine with what happened. Who knows? Women in New York are strange, and sometimes they can take you by surprise.”
I fully agree with that. Women in New York are wired weird, but I know Mira’s not like that. She’s not some one-and-done type of girl. She’s a sweet, giving woman who deserves the best, and again, I completely fucked up.
But my friend springs into action.
“I’m going to organize a meeting between the three of us to give her a chance to let us know how she’s feeling, and where she’s at mentally.”
“That sounds good. Do you think she’ll agree? I mean, what happened between us was pretty unexpected, not to mention borderline wrong.”
Jason shrugs.
“She might not want to see you, that’s true. But you never know if you don’t ask. If she says no, I’ll ask to speak with her one-on-one then. Maybe she’s done with you, bro.”
Fuck. Could that be true? As Jason goes over to his laptop and opens it, I return to my dinner. But my appetite is gone.
I take a seat, staring glumly at the food in front of me. Although it should taste good, it looks unappetizing now. What if Mira doesn’t want to see me again? I hadn’t even thought of that. Maybe she hates my guts now, and just wants to rid herself of my memory by any means possible.
Damnit. I see Jason staring intently at his screen, likely crafting the perfect email to Mira.
“Where does she go to school?” he asks suddenly.
I shrug.
“She told me the New School.”
His keyboard clacks away and he stares intently at the screen again.
“Is her name Miranda Corcoran?”
“I don’t know. She said her first name is Miranda, but I have no idea what her last name is.”
Jason nods.
“This has to be her. I mean, there’s only one Miranda at the New School, so odds are I’ve found her email address through the school database.”
Great. Glumly, I dump out the food and take care of the dishes, giving them a quick rinse before placing them inside the dishwasher.
There’s not much else for me to do tonight. I could get a head start on researching my next sermon, but it hardly seems like a pressing matter given the shitstorm I’ve created. Besides, do I even deserve to be a pastor? I just took advantage of a beautiful, innocent parishioner who came to me for help. I should regret what I’ve done, but instead, I just want to see Mira again. To apologize, to kiss her, to make her moan once more. I just want to see the curvy girl, even if she wants to be rid of me.
5
Mira
It’s been almost a whole day since I saw Pastor MacKinnon, and I haven’t been able to get him off of my mind since. I mean, it’s absolutely crazy what happened last night, and I’ve had to keep it all to myself.
It’s such a huge secret that it’s absolutely staggering.
Last night, I fell asleep with him on my mind, and woke up with that handsome face dancing before my eyes. I moaned again, imagining his hands on me, and then jerked fully awake. What?
Now though, I’m hanging with Jessie. We’ve never really had secrets from one another. Yes, it’s a new, fresh friendship, but being so open with one another is how we got so close as quickly as we did.
Plus, she also understands a lot of the struggles that I face. Jessie is a bigger girl as well, so there aren’t many things I have to explain to her when it comes to how I navigate the world. Like how I always try to park my car on the outer edge of the lot so I don’t have to walk between two cars. Or how I always try to get the aisle seat at the movie theater because getting in and out to go to the bathroom can be embarrassing when you’re big. Jessie understands, and I’m grateful.