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)
Did he take a shower in here this morning?
I don’t even know what time it is. I forgot to grab my phone off the charger before I came in the bathroom, and there’s no clock in here.
Thinking about him coming into the room and me not even noticing opens up a whole new can of thoughts and fantasies. When I woke up, I was sprawled tummy-down across the bed, hugging a pillow on his side with my bare ass completely exposed. He probably could have seen a glimpse of pussy, too, depending on my position.
It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked, but the idea of him looking at me like that when I wasn’t even awake is different. It’s… enticing?
No, what am I thinking? That’s sick. I need my head examined.
He probably didn’t see anything, anyway. He certainly didn’t wake me up…
Then again, last night he left me here in his bed, my body aching for more of his touch, my idiot heart craving more of those tender face kisses.
I really need to get it together and get out of this bedroom. Being here feels too personal. It’s getting in my head.
I grab the toothbrush he gave me last night and make quick work of brushing my teeth. I don’t bother trying to finger comb my hair; I know from experience it’ll be a mess until I shower, and if I mess with it while it’s dry, all it will do is frizz out even more.
I change out of his band shirt reluctantly and make a mental note to check out Metallica. I’ve heard of them, of course, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard any of their songs.
I check myself for the ridiculousness of wanting to check out a band just because I know he probably likes them, but I’m still gonna do it. I wish I knew what his favorite song was.
Kennedy, seriously.
Right, right. Being crazy. Behaving like a girl with some kind of crush.
Can’t have that.
I get it together and get dressed in the clothes I came over in last night. I don’t usually crash at friends’ houses, so I’m not sure if Mom will actually believe I did. I grab my phone off Milo’s nightstand and check to see if she ever messaged me back last night, but I see she didn’t.
That’s not too surprising.
I head downstairs, prepared to face Milo, but much to my disappointment, he isn’t around.
“Did your dad go somewhere?” I ask Jet as I follow him through the kitchen, not seeing Milo anywhere.
He glances back at me. “Yeah, he had to work today.”
“Oh,” I murmur.
I tell myself I wasn’t hoping to see him, anyway. I wasn’t looking forward to the playful gleam I would see in his eye or the woefully inappropriate remark he would make about me sleeping in his bed without panties last night.
But I can’t shake the disappointment when I get into my car and drive away without ever laying eyes on Mr. Granville.
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Jet and I didn’t have plans for a fake date tonight, but when Mom brings Larry home to hang out, I start poking around for an invite.
I don’t want to come out and ask if I can come over, and since it’s the weekend, I can’t tell him it’s because I have chemistry homework I need help with.
I scroll through his social media, reviewing the responses to his latest posts, but I don’t see anything from Brylee White.
I swipe the window away and pull up my text chain with Jet. “No word from Brylee yet, huh?”
Usually he responds right away, but he must be doing something because a few minutes pass before he answers. “No, not yet, but she wasn’t following me. It might help if you post something. Different people follow you, so maybe then she’ll see it.”
“Maybe,” I answer. I hesitate, waiting to see if he concocts a reason for me to come over, but a minute passes and no new text.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I debate for a moment, but decide not to text back. I would like to get out of the house, but I don’t want to feel like a clinger—I’m not even his real girlfriend!
Besides, I don’t need saving. So what if I have to spend the evening locked in my room to hide out from my mom and her latest boyfriend? I’ve done it plenty of times before.
I put on my headphones and try to get some studying done while they yuck it up in the other room. While I’m studying, I pull up Metallica’s Greatest Hits and listen to a few songs so I can get a feel for what kind of music Milo likes.
The second song on the album is called “The Day That Never Comes,” and I like that one a lot. When it ends, I play it again. I end up listening to the entire rest of the album, bobbing my head while I do my homework.