Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Alex, we need to go.” His voice prompts me to sit up.
Blinking, I try to focus. The room is dark, and my body feels like I’ve walked a hundred miles.
“Why? What time is it?” Closing my eyes, I try to ignore his demand. I was so comfortable only moments ago…
“Babe.” My eyes pop open as he sits next to me, and my brain slowly starts working again.
“It’s four thirty in the morning, but we need to get your car out of the parking lot.” His hand pushes my hair off my shoulders.
He stands. “You’re lucky I’m not making you go running with me first.” With a laugh, he tosses the covers off me, and I groan.
“Oh my God,” I say. In my attempt to stand, I reach for his arm like I’m ninety. “I’m never surfing again.”
I push off his arm, wanting to crawl to his bathroom. Instead, I straighten, holding up my hand. “Give me five minutes.” Slamming the bathroom door, I moan again and turn on the light.
“I’ll get you some Advil,” he calls out.
I turn the faucet and splash water on my face, blinking at how tan my face got in just one day. I grab my toothbrush, which sits next to his in the holder, and my heart aches. I don’t want to leave. See, I’m getting attached, and I only spent the weekend with him.
I take a deep breath. In a way, I’m so exhausted I don’t have time to fully analyze my feelings. Maybe I should just skip classes today and sleep, I think as I brush my teeth with my eyes closed.
“Alexandrea, we need to go.” Brett’s voice makes my eyes pop open. I lean over and spit, then smile as I drop my toothbrush back next to his.
Turning off the light, I open the door to be greeted by the deep orange, red glory of the sun rising. I move back to the bed where my two dresses are both folded perfectly along with my one pair of black panties.
“Ready?”
I turn to him as he hands me the Advil and some water. “Did you do my laundry?” I say, popping them in my mouth.
“Yes.”
I swallow them and give him back the water.
“When do you sleep?” I cock my head at him.
He doesn’t respond, just walks back into the kitchen. With a sigh, I acknowledge Brett’s amazing skill at avoiding questions, either by ignoring them or distracting me. I reach for my panties and groan again as I pull them on, then slip on my dress.
When I walk out into the main room, I spot my backpack on his island, along with my tennis shoes and sandals on the floor.
“I’m ready,” I call out, slipping the sandals on since those are easier.
“Brett?”
Resting my chin on my hand, I notice my phone sitting next to my backpack. Jesus, I’ve literally been so occupied with Brett that I haven’t checked it. I grab it and toss it inside. I can’t deal with that right now. I jump when the door opens, and Brett walks in, talking quietly on the phone. His eyes sweep my form, and he grabs my backpack. I follow him out into the dawn.
I’ve never been a morning person, and today is no exception. Barely able to see, I follow Brett in the early-morning darkness.
“That sounds good,” he says as he hangs up on whoever he was talking to and opens my door.
I slide in, biting my lip so as not to ask him who he was talking to. He walks around to his side and starts up the car. We drive in silence.
“I’m gonna follow you back to Skylar’s.” He reaches over, his hand rubbing my knee, and I almost burst into tears. Which is completely irrational.
“You don’t have to.” I look around as he turns onto the empty campus property.
“Come here, Baby Girl.” He puts his car in park.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I want to climb into his lap, but instead, I simply turn toward him. He reaches for me, his hand at my neck, bringing me to his lips as he kisses me. Softly and slowly, so different from last night when everything was rough and intense.
“See you in class.” He drops his hand from my neck.
I force myself to move. Just get out of his car and into yours. You can go over everything later.
“Thanks, Professor Powers,” I say over my shoulder as I exit, slamming his door. I head to my car. There’s a note on the windshield, but he’s sitting there watching me, so I put all my focus on not dropping my key fob. I climb in and start it.
As I move forward, I turn to wave, only to see him following me. My heart aches; he really is going to make sure I get home safe. I don’t know what to think.