Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I felt that old anger that made my blood boil. The reminder of what I had walked in to find her own uncle doing to her.
“You know what’s really funny about all this?” She turned to me.
“What?”
“Of course, I missed my parents like mad, and I felt sad for the way my uncle had died, but I didn’t actually grieve for him because I hardly knew him. He only came to visit my parents three or four times. But I always grieved for my lost memories. I felt as if there was someone important standing in that dense fog. And I’ve been looking for that person who sometimes comes in my dreams as a figure that I am running toward, but can never reach. Even though reason tells me if that person was that important in my life he… or she, even though it feels like it is a he, would have come to find me.”
“Maybe that person couldn’t come to you.”
She sighed. “At first I clung to that hope, but it’s an extremely unlikely scenario. The story was so big it was all over the media. I even remember reporters from a few cities were camped outside the hospital. If the person existed, he would have found some way to contact me. Phone, write, e-mail.”
“I’m sorry, Willow,” I whispered.
I wanted to hold her. To tell her she was not wrong. That person did exist and had longed for her as much as she had longed for him, but I realized I never wanted Willow to remember the past. I wanted Willow as I found her in her flower shop. Willow without those horrendous memories. Why put her through that hideous time again?
In my head it was like yesterday that she arrived at our school like a lost angel. She was so sad, so inconsolable. I wanted to wrap her in cotton wool and never let the world hurt her again. How could I know her uncle, the priest, the man who smiled so kindly at her, was breaking her wings in secret at night?
“Never mind,” she said with a smile. “I know it seems unlikely after all this time, but deep inside I have a feeling that someday my memories will come back.”
I didn’t want her to see my face. I turned away and pretended to look for something in the cupboard. I grasped the bottle of olive oil so hard my knuckles showed white. Deliberately, I loosened my grip. Calm down, Caleb. Calm the fuck, down. It’s all in the past now.
She brought over the vegetables she had sliced for me and stood by my side as I began to fry them.
I asked her about her shop and the mood of our conversation lightened up. When she asked for a taste when I tasted the sauce, I took the spoon towards her mouth, and the sight of her lips and tongue tasting the sauce from the same place my own lips had been, sent a jolt of heat to my cock.
I wanted to pull her on the kitchen table and fuck her until she screamed, and she must have seen in the look in my eyes, because she leaned forward and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck. Pulling me down, she slipped her tongue into my mouth.
The taste of the sauce and her mixed erotically in my mouth. When she moved back a few seconds later, her eyes were glazed with lust. “It tastes great,” she said as she licked her lips.
“You don’t want us to eat today, do you?” I asked and without taking her eyes from me she reached down and grabbed the rock-hard bulge straining against my pants.
She grinned cheekily. “Actually, I do, but I’ve always wondered what it would be like to tease a big cock and now I know.”
I inhaled deeply. “Ah, that. We have the whole night for you to understand what teasing a big cock gets you.”
32
Willow
After that huge dinner, like two pythons who had each swallowed a goat, we collapsed on the big, modern couch that looked like it never seen a butt in its life. I thought about giving him that blowjob Sandra had taught me to do in detail, but nah. Too full. Later. We had all night. Sprawled next to Caleb I monopolized the remote and surfed the TV channels.
As I paused a moment on a Modern Family scene I recognized and loved. That was when he made a shocking admission that he had never seen the hilarious family sitcom. That was it. I immediately tossed out our plans to watch a movie together and settled on that instead.
I was very comfortable. Caleb had even thrown a blanket my way which was nice, but when I looked over at him he looked like he would make an even better pillow for me, so I lazily shifted myself over until I was wrapped around him, and his big, powerful hands were curled up around me. And there I stayed, a warm blanket over me and his delicious heat under me. I had never felt more content or more at home in my entire life.