Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
With his hands framed around my face, he kissed me again, slower, more delicate and defined, less frantic and desperate, but with the same intensity and passion. Our tongues did a sinful dance, which we only knew the moves to.
When he pulled away again, I thought I was going to scream. I never wanted to stop kissing him. I wanted him to claim me as much as he was consuming me.
He took one last look into my eyes and leaned in toward my ear. “Bambi, with you I never have to pretend... you don't know how free you make me feel. You can’t hide from me… you can’t run from me… because I will always find you.” He got closer and rubbed his lips below my earlobe, causing tingles everywhere. “To catch you when you fall,” he huskily added.
I could have cried right there; bawled like a baby and let him hold me the entire time. He pulled away again and kissed my forehead, before lovingly smiling at me and standing up. Leaving me, to watch him go toward the elevator and out of my life.
But he wasn’t.
I wouldn’t let him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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I lay in bed and thought about her. I thought about our trip, I thought about the afternoon and how one thing quickly became another; nothing was ever consistent with her. I had a feeling it never would be, and to be honest, I loved that as much as I hated it. I was fascinated with her, with every part of her… from her hair, to her eyes, to her face, and her lips. Her body, mind, and soul; She desperately tried to hide.
My phone pinged with a text and I reached over to my nightstand. I immediately smiled when I read, ‘Bambi, new message’ across the screen. I swiped it over.
B: Hi.
D: Hi, back.
I knew she was biting her cheek without having to see her.
B: What are you doing?
D: Lying in bed, thinking of you.
There was a long pause before I heard the ping of a new text message.
B: Why do you like me? Why me?
D: Why not you?
B: Don’t do that… I want to know. Why me?
I didn’t have to think about what I was writing; it flowed loosely.
D: I like you, Bambi, a lot. You fascinate me in a way I didn’t know was possible. I want to get to know you in anyway that you will let me.
She paused again, a little longer this time.
B: Okay.
D: Okay?
B: I want to get to know you, too.
D: Why me?
I asked, genuinely curious about what she had to say.
B: Because I like the way you make me feel. I haven’t felt anything in such a long time. I didn’t think I remembered how. You make me happy as much as you scare me.
My eyes widened with her honesty, I hadn’t expected that.
D: Okay. Tell me something… anything.
B: Like what?
D: I don’t care.
B: I have two sisters… and siblings I don’t know and have never met.
I immediately hit call on my phone and it took her six rings to answer. I knew she was contemplating not answering the phone.
“Hi,” she shyly replied.
“Hey,” I responded, trying not to sound too excited that she actually answered. “I wanted to hear your voice.”
“Okay.”
“It’s a very beautiful voice.”
She laughed. “Charmer.”
“Keep going… tell me what you were going to say.”
Several seconds went by without so much as a sound. “Stop biting your cheek.”
She laughed again, but then said, “I have two sisters that I’m fairly close to, but other siblings that I don’t know… not even their names.”
“Your parents are divorced?”
“No.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. My parents are happily married.”
“So they’re from a previous marriage?”
“No. They’re from another relationship. My father has a mistress. He’s had one since before I learned about it, when I was sixteen. He has another family,” she recited as if she couldn’t believe what she had just shared.
“Bambi, I’m so sorr—”
“No,” she interrupted. “Don’t do that. Don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t want any part of that.”
“Okay,” I replied, nodding. I could respect her wishes.
“Do your parents know? That you know?”
She paused again and I thought she had hung up. “Bambi?”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
I sighed, disappointed, but she had given me something and I would take it… for now.
“Do you have Skype?” I asked.
“Ummm… yeah. Why?”
“Do you have your computer?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your screen name?”
“BrookeStevens143.”
I smiled. “143, huh?”
“Shut up,” she teased.
“Why are you Skyping me?”
“Answer and you will find out.”
I saw her beautiful face appear on my screen and watched as she hung up her phone.
“Hi,” she greeted.
“You look beautiful. I’m digging the pink nightie. How many of those things do you own?”
She laughed and it lit up the screen. “Enough to open my own store.”
“I like your gym shorts and no shirt; it suits you.”
“You forgot about my big smile. I have on one of those, too.”