Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I open the door to a small closet which I’ve made my own in the past two days. I added nothing special except I put up a picture of my mom and I before she died. I miss her so much. No one should lose their mom so young. She wouldn’t have let my dad become the crazy son of a bitch he’s turned into. She would have kept him on the right path.
I take a seat on the bed and hold the picture with my elbows resting on my thighs. “If only you were still here. I’d take you over the money any day.” I set it down on the nightstand next to me and then get ready for bed. Thankfully, there’s an alarm clock because I can’t imagine waking myself up, and I still haven’t turned on the burner phone since I bought it. I set the alarm for six thirty and then head into the bathroom to get ready. I slip on my warmer Purdue pajama pants and Purdue tee and go to bed. It’s cozy in the house, but it’s still winter outside and the wind howls through the open field.
I look at the clock and it’s only eight, which is way too early to sleep, so I make my way downstairs, passing his room where I hear the shower running. My feet stop on their own accord to listen a little. It’s sick, so I remind myself that I’m not that kind of girl and move along. Shit. I should have stayed in my room.
I grab a glass of water to take upstairs. I’m halfway up the staircase when I hear his bedroom door open. Tobias runs across the hallway to the linen closet stark naked and snatches a towel, running back only to see me less than ten feet away from him. We’re staring at each other and my mouth is wide open, eyes raking over his amazing body. His thick cock is clearly hard as hell as he tries to hide it with his hand and a part of the towel. He’s blushing with embarrassment, while I’m cataloging his features. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t restock the towels in my bathroom.” He dashes back into the bedroom and closes the door. This has got to be one hell of a first impression.
I take the steps and start toward my room when I slip on the now wet floor. “Son of a bitch,” I groan out as I come crashing down, banging my tailbone. The glass of water doesn’t fall completely but the contents are now putting me in for the best wet T-shirt contest winner. I attempt to stand, but I think I bruised my wrist.
His door opens and he’s coming near me. “We seriously have to stop meeting like this,” I tease, looking up at his concerned eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“It seems I keep wearing liquid. At least this one is cold.” Shit. I drew attention to my chest with that. You can’t miss my hard nipples through my tee. His eyes widen and then he takes the glass and sets it down on the small table in the hallway. Suddenly, he has me in his strong arms. He carries me into his bedroom and sits me on his bed.
“Let me go clean that up.” He takes the towel and goes about drying the floor. Then he comes back into the room and pulls out a shirt from his drawer. It’s a Bears tee. Without thinking, I pull mine off and take the one he’s offering, completely forgetting that I’m not wearing a bra. My large tits are completely on full display. As I slide it over my head, I steal a peek at his expression but the first thing my eyes catch is his tented boxers. Quickly I finish slipping on his shirt. “Shit. Did I just really do that?”
“I didn’t mind,” he grunts. I can see. Damn, I want to reach out and touch it. What’s wrong with me? Have I lost my mind?
“I should go to bed.” I use my hands to stand and wince. Tobias doesn’t miss it. I don’t think he misses anything. He stops my movements and sets me back on the bed. “Let me see, Ava.” I lift my hand, and he turns my forearm to examine my wrist. It’s a little swollen. “Damn it, babe. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s okay. I think it’s just a sprain. It doesn’t hurt unless I apply pressure.”
“Stay right there.” Tobias leaves me on his bed and then rushes back to the bathroom. He pulls out one of those emergency kits. He takes out an ACE bandage and an instant ice pack, and then tends to my wrist. “I’m so sorry about this, Ava.” The touch of his strong hands sends a chill through me, and I let out a hiss. “Is it too hard?”