Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I love that he says that like it’s a normal, totally okay thing I can do whether I’m too tired to drive home or not.
And yes, I want to.
I’m hoping he’ll come with me so I can get a kiss, at least, but Jet walks over and sits down beside his dad, showing him something on his phone.
Guess I’m going up alone.
That’s okay, though. He put my stuff in his bathroom, so that seems to suggest I’ll stay the night in his room again.
Anticipation brings a smile to my face as I make quick work of changing out of my work clothes and into the white knitted crop top and comfy shorts set. I’m not wearing a bra, but the material is thick enough that I don’t think it will be too scandalous to wear around Jet.
It is a crop top, though, so I grab the big, baggy sweater I bought to wear over it until we get in bed.
I imagine Milo’s strong hands running over my bare tummy before they slide down the front of my shorts when we’re in bed later.
Sleepovers here are the best.
I’m so happy I’m all but skipping when I get back to the massive living room, but when I get there and realize the guest list has changed in the last five minutes, my excitement dies a swift, painful death.
Jonathan Granville sits sprawled on the same couch as Jet, but he takes up much more of it. Jet has a smaller build than his more muscular brother, but that’s not the reason. Jet is just more considerate and doesn’t take up more space than he needs to.
Jonathan Granville sits on the couch like douchebags with big trucks who park sideways in parking lots because they think they’re so special that the rules of common courtesy don’t apply to them.
“There’s our little stray,” he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when he looks back at me. “Come here, sis,” he adds, patting the cushion beside him. “Come sit between me and your boyfriend.”
Oh. My. God.
I hate everything he just said.
My gaze shoots to Milo, but he isn’t even looking at me. It’s like he doesn’t know his son is the worst person in the whole world and I need to be shielded from him!
Ugh, no.
Suck it up, Kennedy.
I sigh, refusing to acknowledge Jonathan as I walk around the couch. I don’t want to sit beside him, either, but I usually sit next to Jet so it would be weird if I didn’t.
I’m intensely aware of the elder Granville son as I take my seat on the empty couch cushion between them. Jet looks over at me with a little smile, blissfully unaware as he grabs the remote control. “You want a snack or anything before we get started?”
I shake my head no. “I’m fine, thanks.”
I sink back against the cushion, doing my best to ignore how close Jonathan’s thigh is to mine. My heart does a somersault when he leans over just enough to whisper in my ear, “Nice pajamas. What’d you have to do to earn them?”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I pull the cardigan around my body to cover more of it and Jonathan chuckles.
Asshole.
While Jet gets the movie playing, I try to catch Milo’s eye, but I swear it’s like he’s actively avoiding me. The movie is an action flick that seems okay, but I scarcely pay attention, too distracted by the times Jonathan’s thigh brushes mine and I can’t tell if it’s an accident or he’s messing with me.
I lean closer to Jet since at least I know he’s harmless.
Somewhere around the middle of the movie, Jet realizes we need couple content, so he wraps his arm around me and leans close to snap a couple of photos.
When we’re done and we shift back to our positions, Jonathan remarks, “What a cute couple.”
I glare over at him, then look to Milo.
He still isn’t looking at me, and honestly, it’s pissing me off. He knows Jonathan made things weird last time I was here, and if he doesn’t notice Jonathan is messing with me now… I mean, I don’t even know.
I get so aggravated thinking about it and worrying about if there’s enough distance between our thighs, I finally down the last of my water just so I have a reason to go to the kitchen.
“Want me to pause the movie?” Jet asks.
I shake my head, tucking a chunk of hair behind my ear. “No, it’s fine. I’ll only be a minute.”
I don’t look at Milo this time. I don’t look at anybody, I just take my empty water bottle and throw it in the recycle bin, then I open the fridge to grab myself another.
I hear footsteps on the floor while I’m in the fridge. Dread slithers through me imagining another face-off with Jonathan, but when I shut the door and turn to face the intruder, it’s Milo.