Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Drake
I wore a stupid grin all the way home and had to get myself under control by the time I was pulling into the driveway. Mom’s pretty good at sniffing shit out and no way am I ready to share. So I put my game face on and snuck into the house and up the stairs to my room.
I needed another shower since I got kinda dirty in the last one I shared with Lizzie, but I was loathe to wash her scent off of me. It didn’t matter though, because I was going to see her this evening. I hope I make it through the day until the time arrives.
I remembered to take care of her car situation, and that only brought up the memory of what had happened to her, which made me worry about her being home alone even though it was daylight and she would be leaving for work soon.
I sent her a quick text before leaving the house and she answered back with the news that the car had arrived. With one less worry on my mind I headed off to school feeling more excited to be there than I have in a long time.
I was lucky enough to make it through the first half of the day without giving myself away, but by lunch time I was jonesing. I knew there wasn’t much I could do on school grounds, but halfway through my morning classes I got to thinking about how shy she is.
I was worried that she might’ve started overthinking things as soon as I left her house. From what I know of her that seems to be the way she’d go. Along with worrying about her frame of mind I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with a way to deal with the asshole that had hurt her the night before.
I’d already told mom not to expect me home this evening either, once again leaving her with the impression that I was going to be hanging out with one of the guys.
I had no fear of her finding out different, because if she needed me she’d just call my number. Besides, I’m pretty trustworthy so she knew I wouldn’t be off getting myself into any trouble.
She didn’t answer when I broke down at first break and called her and I got a bad feeling in my gut. I didn’t think she was in danger, but I was pretty sure she was beating herself up for going to bed with me.
I barely made it through the rest of my classes without just getting up and walking out. So there I was at lunch, making my way over to the Grade school parking lot, looking for her ride.
Just as I suspected, it was nowhere to be found. I scrolled through my contacts and called her number, already imagining her at home in bed with the covers pulled over her head.
“Where are you?” I didn’t greet her when she answered just dove right in.
“I’m….uh….”
“Don’t even think about telling me you’re sick. Did you call out? Are you not coming to class tonight?”
“I just needed some time alone, to think…”
“No you don’t. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m coming to get you.” I hung up the phone and checked my watch. Shit, forty-five minutes to get to her and back. I didn’t care.
I knew something like this might happen, knew that she’d be eaten up with guilt and maybe fear of what might happen if anyone found out about last night. But that’s the last thing I wanted.
I don’t want her treating what we did like a crime. Don’t want her beating herself up over what had been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever shared with a woman. But I guess I can understand where she’s coming from. The situation is ripe for controversy.
All the same, I’m not about to let her hide away like she’d done something to be ashamed of. And for damn sure I’m not about to let her put the brakes on just when we we’re getting started, that shit is dead.
I made it to her place in half the time and looked around once I got out of the truck to make sure no one was watching. I’m not sure if anyone in the neighborhood would recognize me, but it pays to be safe. She was already spooked enough as it is.
She opened the door after the third knock and walked back inside with her shoulders hunched up to her damn ears. From the looks of her she’d been crying since I left her this morning. I didn’t ask her shit, didn’t say shit either, just backed her against the wall and kissed her like I’d been dying to all damn day.
How can two people walk away from the same situation with such different views? “Open your mouth Lizzie.” She was trying to keep me out, like that was gonna work. I pulled down on her chin with my thumb and opened her mouth enough to sneak my tongue inside.