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)
“I think we should go away for the weekend. Somewhere near the ocean. Why don’t you look for something, say the weekend after the SATs?” I chose then because it would be easier to trick my parents into thinking I just needed to get away after all the pressure and studying I’ve been doing.
She didn’t say anything, just stared at me, but I saw the tremble in her hand when she replaced her teacup on the saucer. That little blush on her cheek was a dead giveaway too, that she was pleased with the idea.
“I wouldn’t know where…why don’t you choose?” She’s so cute.
“Nope, you can use your spare time and find something, something you’d like. Isn’t there anywhere you’ve always wanted to visit?” She nodded her head shyly and it struck me once again that I was the one in control.
I was also struck dumb by the change in her. From sexual siren to shy and reserved Grade school teacher. I wonder if she’ll always be like this. If years down the line she’d still have these two very distinct personalities, and in wondering, found myself wanting to be around to see the answer for myself.
I guess this is how real relationships are born. When you learn the difference between something that’s just a fun pastime and the real thing. And the more time I spend with her, the more evident it is to me, that she and I, what we share, is the real deal.
Again I didn’t share my thoughts with her, but it was enough that I knew where my mind and heart were going. But when I kissed her goodbye a few minutes later I have no doubt that she felt some of what I feel for her.
Liz
I walked on air for the rest of the day, not quite believing that this was my life, that my life had changed this drastically in the last few weeks. When I looked in the mirror this morning I’d expected to see something different, but I looked the same, though inside I was anything but.
Life has been so good these last few days that I hadn’t even given much thought to Robert and the attack, something that would’ve rendered me immobile had it not been for Drake.
I have no doubt that it was his presence in my life that was responsible for this very drastic change in me. And his suggestion this morning over breakfast that we go away together has only served to fill my head with dreams that I dare not give into.
One part of me wants so badly to grab ahold of what he seems to be offering and run with it, while the more responsible me, the me that I’ve known all my life, is warning me not to expect too much.
Now I find my rational mind warring with this new me that was begging to spread her wings for once. But how can I let go so easily, after years of keeping my head down and living on the outskirts of life?
To believe that this beautiful self assured young man who has everything going for him could possibly want me for more than just a few moments of fun, seems to be a dream far out of my reach.
But for once, my self defeatist ideas didn’t seem strong enough to overshadow the growing joy and hope that he’d awakened in me. And for the rest of that day I walked on air, not letting my doubtful thoughts intrude on my newfound happiness.
Even when I walked into the afterschool class later that evening, I was still on a high, and couldn’t wait to see him again. I’d missed him all day, and had been nursing little telltale tingles between my thighs each time I did so much as took a step.
Everything looked new and different and I found myself finding joy in the littlest things, something I’ve never had before. I wore a slight blush all through class, especially when I noticed him watching me each time I picked my head up.
It felt almost naughty sitting there in a room full of people, knowing what we’d shared; our own little private secret. My heart raced when the evening was drawing to a close and I wondered if he’d follow me home.
I could barely make the walk to my car afterwards without rubbing my thighs together to squelch the ache that had only grown worse in the last hour or so. I felt a fluttering in my tummy when I heard his voice behind me as he spoke to his friends, and felt the bitter disappointment when I made it all the way to my car without him catching up.
I took a quick look back once I was seated in my car and saw him talking to the others. I’d all but forgotten that he was the quarterback of the football team and that he might want to spend time with his peers.